Joshi Ch. 01
byalwayswantedto©

All characters are 18 years or older.

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This is a story about my friend, Joshi. That's pronounced 'Yoshi', with a Y; it's just spelled with a J. Joshi's grandparents came from the old country a few years before his father was born and his parents have done well. They're as American as you can get, especially his mother, even though she came from India as a young bride to marry the man to whom she was betrothed as a child. When he was eighteen, Joshi accompanied his mother to India to visit her family. His mother vowed never to return again but Joshi became enamored with India and promised to go back despite his mother's intense opposition. Joshi tried to interest his friends in joining him but they were more interested in partying at the beach or clubbing than traveling. He couldn't even interest his longtime best friend Jason, but Jason's mother was intrigued and that's really what this story is about.

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1. The First Day at the Beach

When Claire answered the door, she was surprised to see her son's best friend of many years.

"No, Joshi, I don't know which beach they're going to," Claire responded to the crushed look in Joshi's big brown eyes after he heard that her son was already gone. "Jason left a while ago. I thought he was picking you up on the way. You must have missed him. Didn't he call you?"

Joshi looked down and shuffled his feet. "Yes," he mumbled. "He just said they were going to the beach. I guess he didn't actually ask me."

Claire's heart went out to the slender boy standing before. Like Jason, Joshi had just turned twenty but he hadn't bulked up like her son, remaining boyishly slender with a baby face. Living in beach city like they did, his slight frame was a drawback in the competition for the nubile young women that abounded in the seaside college town. Despite his bedroom eyes, Joshi was no match for his brawnier friends and Claire knew he was being left out fairly often these days. She really had to talk to her son about it. She was sure Jason hadn't left Joshi behind on purpose but he really had to be more thoughtful, especially with a boy who had been his closest friend since the first day of school.

"Of course he meant for you to come. Don't be silly, young man. You know how absent minded Jason is these days, what with his new girlfriend."

The two boys were headed down diverging paths. Her son, Jason, had recently began to date the head cheerleader, a popular and pretty blonde girl with a dynamite body that consumed so much energy there was little left to power a brain. On the other hand, Joshi didn't have a car or even a driver's license because his parents wouldn't let him get one, another huge hurdle in the dating scene. Why didn't some parents think?

"Nancy and I were going to the beach ourselves," she lied. "I'll give you a ride and you can catch up to the rest of them there."

"No, no," Joshi said, even more embarrassed as evidenced by the increased shuffling of his feet.

Claire supposed the last thing he wanted to do was have his friend's mother deposit him at the beach in front of everybody.

"I have some chores I should really do at home. It's getting kind of late to go to the beach anyway," he said, looking at the watch on his skinny wrist and noting it was already four o' clock.

"Joshi, don't be silly. Jason's head is just full of that new girl. He just forgot, that's all. Now, you're coming with me and that's that." Claire urged Joshi inside and closed the door behind him, then ran upstairs, still talking, "I'll just get a few things and be right back."

Upstairs, Claire scurried about, stuffing things in a big cloth bag: a bathing suit, a towel, the pocket book from her bedside table and a magazine, her spare sunglasses — she didn't want to take her good ones out on the sand. She checked herself in the mirror: summery blouse with matching shorts and white sandals. Good enough. Darn that son of hers! She had planned to sit by the pool this afternoon and relax with a few highballs. She sighed, put on a smile, and went downstairs to rescue her son's best friend.

For most of the drive to the beach, Joshi looked out the side window, still embarrassed about being ferried by Jason's mom. After they got on the highway, he looked ahead more but also cast a few glances at Claire who, despite her age, was an attractive woman with a vivacious free spirit. Joshi had always been a little in awe of her. His own mother was just as pretty but more reserved. For example, though she might wear the same outfit Jason's mom was wearing she couldn't carry off the breezy and cavalier manner that Claire exuded. It wasn't the clothes that made the woman, rather it was the other way around, and that was the difference between his mother and Jason's. The former would look merely in style while the latter was sensuous and sexy. Jason was lucky to have such a fun-loving mother. As his eyes passed quickly over Claire's medium-sized breasts and then ran more slowly down her very nice legs, Joshi wished his own mom was more like her.

The beach was packed with a mix of people of all ages. Jason was nowhere to be seen, nor were any of their regular set of friends but they usually hung out at the far end which was too far to recognize anyone. Covering his eyes and peering down the beach, Joshi could see that, as usual, there was hardly anyone way down there near the rocks.

"Maybe he realized his mistake and went back home to get you," Claire suggested without conviction. "Do you think we passed him on the way out?"

"I didn't see his car," Joshi said, turning around to scan the parking lot again.

Claire was stumped. She had expected to find Jason here and simply drop Joshi off. She hadn't meant to actually stay. Now she was wondering what to say about Nancy not being there to meet them. Maybe Jason would show up later and she could make an excuse for Nancy not being there and then leave.

"Well, how about walking me down to the far end of the beach, away from the crowd. Nancy will look for me away from the crowd and they'll probably be here by the time you get back."

Joshi nodded and Claire led the way down the beach. Damn it, Claire thought. Where the hell was Jason?

As they walked, the crowd thinned. It was late in the afternoon and people were already leaving for supper. Claire kept going hoping to find her son and the rest of the crowd at the far end of the beach near the rocks where they could be as loud as they wanted and even partake in a few beers without being bothered. As they neared the end, though, Claire could see weren't any groups of young people. In fact, there was hardly anyone there at all.

Joshi dutifully followed Claire but never quite caught up with her, partly because she was walking so fast and partly because he didn't really want to. He was quite content to follow behind, watching her still shapely legs and fortyish behind. Other than being fair-haired and light-skinned, she was formed much like his own mother. A petite body with surprisingly full breasts atop a narrow waist that looked even smaller next to hips that flared out above a bottom made prominent by the slenderness of the legs below it. Though Joshi was sure it had been less fleshy before she bore children and reaching middle age, her ass wasn't large. It only seemed prominent because of her tiny waist and the way it swayed when she walked, forcing her cheeks to bulge alternately with each step.

Joshi enjoyed the periodic jiggle of Claire's ass when her feet slipped sideways in the sand. He would have liked to have met her when she was in school. In fact, Joshi had rubbed himself as he lay in bed on more than one occasion with visions of a younger Claire, conveniently naked, riding in a convertible beside him along a deserted beach.

"Well, I guess this is it. They must be just late. I don't think they would have gone to another beach."

Claire dumped her bag on the sand. They were finally at the end of the beach by the rocks. She pulled a towel out of the bag. Damn it, it wasn't a beach towel. She flapped the bath towel in the slight breeze, shaking it out to spread over the sand.

"Here, use this," Joshi cried, pulling a blanket out of his knapsack.

"But you'll need it," Claire protested.

"No, I don't need it." Joshi was already spreading the blanket out. "I'll wait here with you until your friend comes."

"Ok, but only until Nancy comes and then you have to go off and have fun with the rest of the gang."

Claire regretted the words as soon as they escaped her lips. She hadn't meant to rub it in. She would have argued that Joshi go back to look for the others because he might miss them this far down the beach but she had a feeling Jason had gone somewhere else and she didn't want Joshi hitch-hiking home. Claire dropped to her knees on the blanket and started emptying her bag.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, holding up her bathing suit. "I brought the wrong one. I can't wear this."

Joshi didn't see anything wrong with it and stated so.

"It's from three years ago," Claire remarked, clearly thinking that was explanation enough. "I don't know what I was thinking about. Anyway, I should have put it on before we left. There's nowhere to change way out here."

"I'll watch the stuff if you want to go back to the change rooms," Joshi offered.

"No, it's too far," Claire said, pulling her magazine and book out. "I'll just sit and read."

"I could hold a towel up for you," Joshi suggested.

Claire laughed and looked at her towel. "It's not big enough to hide my big butt."

Ignoring her self-deprecating remark, Joshi pulled his large beach towel out of his knapsack. "You can use mine," he said.

"Joshi, I was joking."

"Oh, sorry." Joshi blushed furiously, embarrassed. "I didn't mean..."

"That's ok. I'll just lie here like this."

Claire kicked off her sandals and turned onto her stomach, setting a book in front of her. Joshi looked at her for a minute, then pulled off his shirt and pushed his shorts down his legs. He plopped down onto the blanket beside Claire and leaned back on his elbows, looking out at the ocean. After a few minutes, his gaze turned back the way they had come. Claire was pretending to be reading but she was really wishing Jason and his group would suddenly appear walking toward them. Poor Joshi. He had always been such a sensitive boy. She hoped his feelings weren't too hurt.

Claire raised her head and looked down the beach over Joshi's slender frame. What she saw was jolting and caused her to quickly look back at her book. What Joshi lacked in muscles he compensated for in another way, specifically, in another muscle. He was very well endowed.

Now it was Claire's turn to blush. What on earth made me notice that?.

Joshi looked back at her. "Want to go for a swim?" he asked.

"Joshi, I don't have a suit."

"Oh yeah, right."

With that, he was up and gone. Claire twisted around to watch his slim frame run down to the ocean, wade out, and dive in without hesitation. She laughed, comparing his carefree plunge to her own timid approach designed to adapt to the water's temperature before quickly dipping in and then running back to let the sun dry her skin. Claire turned away and became engrossed in her book. She didn't hear Joshi coming and was completely unaware of his presence until the first cold drops dribbled up her legs.

She shrieked and twisted around, "Joshi, don't!"

Joshi shook his head in laughing defiance, shaking a few more drops onto Claire's legs, then dropped to his knees and picked up his towel to dry his face and hair in one smooth motion. Claire gaze, aided by Joshi's body blocking the sun, was confronted with another shocking sight. Joshi's wet suit did little if anything to hide his large asset. Claire's eyes quickly flicked up to Joshi's face and, relieved that the towel still covered his eyes, returned to appreciate his member. It wasn't, on second glance, that it was huge by itself. It was just abnormally big given his slender frame, maybe a little on the longish side, and, thanks to the sheer, wet swimsuit, it appeared to be nicely formed.

My god, Claire thought, I bet it would look majestic unlimbered and hard. Immediately, she turned back to her book to hide her face, already burning from her carnal thought.

Joshi plopped down beside her and again turned to look down the beach. Claire tried to stop herself but couldn't. She looked over Joshi's torso and let her eyes slide down his flat stomach, still slightly heaving with the effort of his swim and displacing droplets of seawater off his sides, and on to the lump atop his loins.

"I think we might be alone," Joshi said, turning slowly back to look at Claire, who just managed to pull her eyes up to look down the beach.

"You don't see Nancy, or your friends?"

"Nope," Joshi replied, looking again.

Claire stole another glance.

"But I don't care," Joshi added, turning back. "It's nice to just relax on the beach. My Mom used to bring me out here. Just her and me. We stayed out for hours after everybody left, talking about her family back in India."

"I've always been fascinated by India. I'd like to go there sometime," Claire said whimsically, moving her book out of the way and resting her head on folded arms.

"You're going to burn," Joshi said.

"I forgot to bring suntan lotion," Claire sighed.

"I've got some. Do you want me to tell you more about India?" Joshi asked. Joshi knew Claire could never hear enough about India. Given his limited knowledge, he often made stuff up, describing the India of his imagination, one that probably didn't exist. Now, more than ever, Joshi wanted to play on Claire's interest.

Claire heard Joshi rummaging around in his knapsack. While Joshi had been in the ocean, she had decided to act like she wasn't feeling well and say they should go back. But she wanted to hear more about India. She had been mesmerized with the country, it's sheer size and the diversity of it's people, ever since she saw Gandhi. Maybe she'd put on a little lotion and stay a while longer.

Claire jumped when Joshi squirted sun tan lotion on her lower calf and started rubbing it in her leg. "Oh," she squeaked.

She didn't really know what to say in response to Joshi's unexpected familiarity, it was so unlike him. Perhaps, he did this for his mother when they came to the beach and it just seemed natural to him.

"Do you put lotion on your mother?" The way she said it implied something a little improper but Claire didn't mean that in reference to Joshi's mother. It was more in reference to him rubbing lotion on her own legs. She kicked herself. She didn't want him to feel any worse than he already did about today. Joshi didn't seem to notice but Claire rephrased her question anyway, "I mean, it's nice that you do this for your mom."

"I do whenever we come to the beach. She says it relaxes her." Joshi was lying, but his answer seemed sincere. Actually, there was no way his mother would countenance such familiarity.

Claire relaxed and closed her eyes. "Tell me about India."

So Joshi started talking about his family and what he'd seen when he had visited India for the first time just two years ago. His voice was gentle, almost lilting, and Claire almost fell asleep as she listed to his words flow over her. She didn't try to catch all the details, she wasn't interested in a conversation as much as she was in sensing the overtones so she could get a feel for the place. Joshi was so adept, she was only dimly aware of his soft hands spreading the suntan lotion up and down her legs. Together with his soothing voice, it was very relaxing and she was startled when Joshi suddenly patted the back of her thighs.

"There," he said. "If you take off your shirt, I'll do your back."

Claire was quite surprised.

"My shirt? I can't take my shirt off on the beach." Claire wondered why she specified 'on the beach' rather than 'in front of you'.

"Sure you can. My mom does it all the time," Joshi lied again. "Just undo the buttons while you're lying down and I'll pull the sleeves off for you."

"Your mother doesn't really do that, does she?"

"All the time," Joshi assured her. "Every since I was little."

Claire lifted her head and looked past Joshi, who was now lying on his side facing her. The closest people were fifty feet away and were paying them no mind. In fact, they seemed to be kissing. There was nobody behind them, only rocks. Claire dropped back to the blanket but didn't move. Joshi didn't push her so she was surprised when she felt her fingers slip underneath herself to undo her blouse. I can't believe I'm doing this.

When the blouse was undone, Claire stretched her arms down her sides. Joshi gently peeled the blouse away from her neck and shoulders and tugged on her sleeves, first one arm and then the other, back and forth, until the blouse was pulled away.

"Cover me with the towel if anyone comes," she instructed.

"Of course," Joshi replied.

Cool lotion squirted on her back just as Joshi's voice resumed regaling her with the wonders of the Indian subcontinent and especially its women and their beautiful exotic clothes. Claire was more aware of his touch now. Though Joshi's voice was just as soothing, the push and pull of his hands and the slow caress of his fingers never quite left her senses. He worked the lotion into her shoulders and down her sides, pushing into her spine and up, his fingers slipping under the wide strap of the bra stretching across her back.

He first pushed under her bra strap in the center, in the groove between her shoulder blades, but soon spread out to the sides, sliding out wide enough to pull the cups of the bra slightly away from the sides of her breasts. It was very sensual and Claire felt her body warming to the whole experience. Her bra was undone before she could protest.

"Joshi, what ARE you doing?"

"What?" he asked in surprise. "You don't want to get marks across your back, do you?"

"No, but... is this how you do it with your mother?"

Joshi didn't miss the obvious double entendre although he was sure Claire didn't mean it.

"Of course," he replied. "Just lift up a little and I'll pull it out."

Hesitantly, Claire complied. Joshi slipped the shoulder straps over her arms and pulled them down until they slid over her elbows and off her hands. She lifted her chest to let him pull the bra out to the side. She was lying bare-chested on a public beach for the first time in her life, and it felt thrilling. Claire couldn't explain it but it was exhilarating. Though there was actually no need for Joshi to pull the bra completely away, the thought never even crossed her mind.

Forgetting herself, Claire lifted up to look down the beach over Joshi's side. Nobody was looking their way. Strangely, she felt a little disappointed. She lifted higher so she could see farther down the beach. Though she was aware that her breasts were no longer pressing against the blanket, the repercussions didn't filter into her mind until it was too late. Suddenly, she was aware that Joshi was regarding her bare breasts. At first, she froze like a deer caught in headlights, but even when she recovered her senses, she didn't move. She should have dropped to the blanket immediately but, instead, she held herself up, breasts swaying slightly, and, while he was distracted, glanced down at Joshi's shorts to confirm what she already suspected. He had grown!

He wasn't really thick, she noticed, but he was quite long and clearly had more room to grow. Claire lowered her chest but only slowly. She paused when her nipples, now stiff, grazed the blanket. Rocking on her elbows, Claire let her breasts sway from side to side for a few more seconds before dropping her head onto her arms. 

"Tell me more," she sighed.

"I think you should take your shorts off."

"Joshi! I'm not going to take my shorts off."

"You'll have a big white line across the back of your legs and you won't be able to wear half of your skirts."

"It doesn't matter. My skirts aren't that short anyway."

"Some of them are," Joshi replied.

"How do you know?" Claire retorted, for some reason pleased that he had noticed.

Joshi didn't answer. "Come on, push them over your hips and I'll get them the rest of the way."

"I can't lie on a public beach in my panties."

"Sure you can. Mom does."

"Your mother doesn't take her shorts off on the beach with a bunch of people around."

"That's true," Joshi agreed, "but she hardly ever wears shorts. She just lies down and slips her skirt off."

"No way! She does not."

"No, really. She does. But only when she's with me," Joshi lied.

"I can't, Joshi. Someone might see."

"They're way down the beach and you're lying down. They won't be able to see you and, anyway, we'd see them coming long before they got here."

"But they'd see me trying to put them back on and then they'd know. It'd be too embarrassing."

Claire didn't point out that Joshi would see her in her panties even though that what was more on her mind.

"I'll cover you with your towel if anyone comes, like I do for Mom."

Claire was out of arguments except for the most valid one, that she couldn't lie down in front of her son's best friend, bare-breasted, and wearing only panties but, as if with a mind of their own, her hands slipped under her tummy, and her fingers deftly undid the button at the top of her shorts. Reluctantly, Claire started pushing her shorts down. Usually, given the wide flare of her hips, this was a bit of a struggle but this time they slid down easily as Joshi's fingers grasped the legs and, after tugging them down her legs, gently slipped them over her feet.

Belatedly, Claire remembered that she had put on one of those new pairs of panties this morning, not much more than a thong. It was too late to do anything about it now. Her big butt would already be staring Joshi in the face. Claire buried hers in the blanket.

"Don't look," she whimpered.

But of course, Joshi was looking. He couldn't believe his luck. His mom wore mother panties. This stroke of good fortune must be due to Jason's sister introducing her mother to modern fashions. No wonder her butt had looked so good as she walked ahead of him down the beach. He felt his cock hardening. This was way better than he had expected.

"Cover me with the towel," Claire beseeched him.

"Don't be silly, young woman," Joshi admonished her with a refrain similar to the way he had been greeted at the door. He slapped a handful of lotion onto the side of Claire's bare hip and, while she was still shocked, hit her with the come-on question he'd been waiting to ask.

"Would you like to know the secret that Indian women never talk about?"

Claire had been feeling quite uncomfortable and was about to put her shorts back on, but now she waited to hear what Joshi had to say. His soothing voice started its hypnotic lilt and Claire relaxed. She was aware, as she had been when Joshi was rubbing lotion on her back, of his hands moving up and down her hips, from her waist to the outside of her thighs. She also couldn't deny that she felt the first stroke of his oily fingers over the hump of her right buttock, nor could she say that it was unpleasant.

Her whole pelvis was wonderfully warm. Joshi's hand moved unhurriedly, like his voice, and his fingers were like petals fluttering over her body as his words tickled her senses. She didn't know how long he'd been talking but his fingers were everywhere now, sliding up one buttock, across the small of her back before the momentous rise to her ass, and then up and over the other cheek, cupping it, before moving across the back of her thighs to begin again.

This was extremely inappropriate and Claire should never have let it happen in the first place, no matter how badly Joshi felt but she just couldn't will herself to put an end to it. What did it matter? No one could see them and it felt so very, very good. He had such wonderfully slender, delicate fingers, almost like a woman's. Claire shuddered. God, he had just trailed his longest finger up and over her buttock, almost in the crack of her ass! Stop. I've got to stop this. Just then, Joshi's hand withdrew. A few seconds later, Claire felt a towel being draped over her butt, blocking the heat of the sun.

"Someone's coming," Joshi explained. "Don't worry, it's just an older couple."

Claire felt the impulse to look, to see who it was, but the greater urge drew her hands over the back of her head, partially covering her trademark, light red hair. As Joshi kept her posted about the elderly couple's approach, Claire almost told him to remove the towel. She felt suddenly compelled, in the wickedness of her anonymity, to let them see her nearly bare ass. It was exciting and Claire pushed herself into the blanket against the warm, resisting sand underneath.

"They're gone," Joshi whispered. He leaned right down until his breath was hot in Claire's ear. "They're going back."

Now was the time to stop, to put her shorts back on and return to the car. To go home. But Claire only waited, waited for Joshi to pull the towel away, to reveal her almost bare ass, for his pleasure, and hers. She waited with Joshi's breath washing over her ear.

Joshi sat up and folded the towel, which he had draped over Claire from her waist to her feet, in half, bringing the lower end up to meet the top, and then again. A few seconds later, he folded the one side up onto the back of Claire's thigh and her left buttock. He paused, then folded the other side up in a similar fashion. What was he doing? He was so different from the rest of Jason's friends. Everything he did was so unexpected and mysterious.

Joshi rolled the left side of the towel onto the right side, paused, then slowly dragged the towel down the center of Claire's bottom until it rested in the crevice formed by her two thighs. There, he began prodding the towel between her legs, gently tamping with his fingers, its thickness urging Claire's legs apart. Joshi kept tamping until the rolled up towel was stretched along the blanket between Claire's thighs. He grabbed the towel by end near her knees and pushed it up, nudging it against the bottom of Claire's ass and the base of her mound. Claire nearly let a soft moan escape when its thickness collided with her puffy flesh.

"We should keep the towel close... I almost didn't find it in time," Joshi explained his outrageous behavior.

Joshi's hand returned to Claire's ass with a new supply of lotion, though her bottom was now more than sufficiently oiled. He moved directly to her crack, confidently slipping one finger under the thong and lifting it up, pulling it from between her cheeks as his other hand slid down, pushing the lotion into her crevice, filling it. He was suddenly so confident. Where had the nervous boy gone, the one who had shuffled his feet at her door only hours ago?

Joshi's fingers were slipping up and down the crack of her ass, pushing between her cheeks, rubbing near her nether opening, the one she had never allowed any man to touch, not even her husband except for that one time. It had scared her so much she had let him know in no uncertain terms that ass play was distinctly out of bounds. He had never tried again. Then why did this feel so good and not in the least threatening?

Joshi was whispering in her ear again.

"In India, it's too dangerous for young people to lose control because if a girl gets pregnant a family's honor is lost, and they could both be killed."

Claire gasped. Joshi's fingers had just dragged slowly past her anus with a slight downward pressure.

"So what do they do?" she asked, pretending she hadn't noticed his forbidden caress.

"You know." His fingers dragged back the other way following the same path, his silent meaning quite clear.

"No. They don't," Claire responded, amazed by the suggestion, that she had just allowed him to touch her again, and that she had implicitly acknowledged his caress by her understanding of what he meant.

Joshi laughed. "Yes, they do... sometimes, but more often the boys go home and they're taken care of there."

"Oh, yes. I see," Claire said, nodding her head to show Joshi she understood what he meant by that too. She knew her own son masturbated a lot. Maybe they were more open about it in India, of necessity.

"No, no. Not that. I mean their mothers and sisters take care of them, for the sake of the family."

"Oh. You mean their mothers and sisters actually masturbate them?"

"Well, it usually starts that way, but when a man is close to marrying, that isn't enough, not for a grown man."

"Then, what..."

"You know," Joshi dragged his finger slowly across Claire's anus again, this time pushing firmly against it, suggesting entry.

"No," Claire was aghast at his suggestion, both oral and anal. "They don't. Not with their brothers, and surely not with their own sons."

"They must," Joshi hissed in her ear. "For the sake of the family. It's their duty," he emphasized with an additoinal press.

Claire stiffened, partly in defiance of men specifying a woman's duty, and partly because she was becoming uncomfortable with what Joshi was doing, and that she was allowing it to happen. Yet, she was intrigued by what he was saying and wanted to know more.

"I can't believe that," Claire said, though her voice lacked conviction.

Sensing the need to move on, Joshi launched into a story about his aunt.

"It's true. I swear," he said. "When I went to India last Christmas I stayed at my aunt's house. One night, we came home very late from partying. We went to my cousin's room to drink some more but he was very drunk and passed out almost right away. His mother, my aunt, came by to say good night just as I was leaving for the guest room and she accompanied me there."

Joshi paused, relieved that Claire's tension, and hopefully her resistance, was fading. He continued with his story.

"My aunt asked me if we met many attractive girls while we were out. When I said we had, she teased me, saying it must be hard for me, being used to the loose ways in America, to come home to a lonely bed. When we arrived at the guest room, she teased me some more, looked down at my private parts which, I confess had reacted to her teasing, and poked me in the stomach. She laughed and said she hoped the night wasn't too hard on me, then left."

Joshi paused, letting his aunt's suggestive manner sink in before going on.

"I was tired and had had quite a few drinks myself so I quickly got undressed. I was just stepping out of my jeans when I heard my aunt call out to me. A second later she was in the doorway. She looked at me and laughed, then went to the bed and sat down, stretching out to lie on one elbow while removing the sari from her head. She just smiled and watched me."

Claire had twisted her head around to watch Joshi, enthralled. Joshi's fingers trailed lazily up and down her bottom, mostly in the center, along her crack.

"I put my jeans on the chair beside the bed, on top of my shirt and looked at my aunt, a younger version of my mother. Her eyes regarded me steadily and her hand parted her sari to reveal a low, loose choli underneath that closely followed the contour of her body. My eyes followed her hand and she laughed, spreading the sari wider even lower down to show her pavada gently covering her secret place. Her laugh deepened to a throaty growl. Tell me about the girls you met, she said, beckoning for me to lie down beside her."

"I got on the bed and started telling her about the girls we had met that night, finding poetic license as I went, adding an embellishment here and there. My aunt flipped onto her back and lifted her knees up, swinging her legs slowly from side to side. Her hands toyed with her loose choli as I spoke, shifting its material about, now partly exposing her breast, then covering it only to drag the material away from the other."

Claire twisted a bit on her side to see Joshi better and he lowered himself so she could see him more easily but then urged her hip toward him until she was almost flat on her stomach again to make it easier for his fingers to trace their path, still up and down her crack but now deep between her cheeks. Claire seemed oblivious to this now incredibly forbidden caress.

"Aunt Nalini asked me if the girls had nice breasts and I said some of them did. As nice as mine? she asked. I said, I didn't know. Didn't you see them? she asked. Yes, I said, but... I didn't finish but I meant that I hadn't seen hers. She laughed then, and simply opened her choli up, baring her breasts."

Claire gasped, eyes wide, "What's a choli?" Joshi explained that it was simply a short-sleeved blouse that usually showed a woman's bare midriff. "Were they big?" she asked before he finished his explanation.

"Not really, but they were still beautiful," Joshi replied. "They were like yours."

Claire twisted her shoulder up and looked down to look at her own breasts. Joshi allowed her ass to twist away while she exposed her tits for both of them to see.

"What happened then?" Claire asked, flattening out on the blanket, Joshi's hand following and pressing even more firmly between her cheeks.

"She cupped her breasts and held them up toward me, like an offering."

"And?" Claire asked, enthralled.

"I kissed them."

"You didn't. Your mother's sister?"

Joshi nodded. "I couldn't help it. They were so beautiful I kissed them for a long time."

"Until she stopped you?" Claire asked.

"No," Joshi said.

"What happened? Were you discovered?" Claire was again aghast.

"No. I tried to get on top of her but she refused me. I begged her to let me, I was so excited, but it was no use. She got up on her knees on the bed and I thought she was going to leave but she amazed me again. She removed the rest of her clothes. It only took a few seconds and then she was naked, except for an ankle bracelet on her left leg and a few wrist bracelets, and a belt of polished stones around her waist."

Joshi paused. Claire stared up at him, captivated and speechless.

"She undid the belt of stones and swung it from one hand. I thought she was going to hit me with it. Do you know what this is? she asked. No, I told her. She laughed... in very throaty voice, and handed it to me, hand hanging limply from her outstretched arm. As soon as I took it, she fell on the bed again, but this time, on her stomach. She opened her legs a little and said to put one in but I didn't move. Instead, I just stared at her because, for the first time in my life, I could see her pussy. When her words finally sank in, I didn't know what she was talking about. Put what in, I said. She just laughed and pulled my hand, the one holding the belt, high up between the back of her legs until it touched her ass. Put one in, she repeated. Feeling foolish, I grasped the smallest stone — they grew slightly in size from one end to the other — and started pushing it between her legs toward her pussy. No, no. Here, in here. She pulled my hand higher and placed the stone against her bottom, right on her rear entrance."

To emphasize his point, Joshi dragged his long finger up the crack of Claire's ass, crooked the tip inward and allowed it to nestle on her own little asterisk a moment before pressing on the puckered gate enough to let his fingernail dig the tiniest way into the the dark little hole underneath.

"Oh my god," Claire gasped.

"No, it's true, I swear," Joshi insisted.

Both Claire and Joshi knew the gasp wasn't only due to her disbelief but they both acted as if it was, as if Joshi's finger wasn't knocking on the door of his best friend's mother's asshole.

"What happened then?" Claire asked, her ass surprisingly relaxing after the initial penetration. Joshi didn't try to push his finger farther inside but he did hold it in place.

"She said, push."

Joshi resisted the urge to push his finger deeper into Claire's ass and was pleased when Claire sucked her breath in sharply, clearly expecting an advance, yet not resisting. In fact, Claire's bottom pushed up rather than pulling away — almost certainly not on purpose — betraying her unconscious acceptance of his impropriety. As a result, Joshi's finger popped in to the first knuckle. Quickly, Joshi continued before Claire felt the need to react to the deeper intrusion.

"I pushed on the little stone until it suddenly gave way."

Joshi's finger trembled with his nervous effort not to let it dig farther in. That's where it wanted to go but Joshi was afraid to go too far, too fast. He drew in his breath sharply as Claire responded by sucking in hers. The thrill he felt from knowing her excitement was so overwhelming he almost couldn't continue with the story but he knew he had to if he wanted to keep playing with her ass.

"Do another, my aunt said. So I did," Joshi said.

Joshi wiggled his finger as he described the greater resistance of the next, slightly larger stone and Claire let loose a long sigh. She pushed her bottom up unexpectedly as the story of that polished pebble ended and his finger sank in to the second knuckle. He froze in fear for a few seconds but Claire's only reaction was to draw her bum down to the blanket and then push it up again. Joshi started the tale of the next stone, and then the one after that, and on until most of the stones had been inserted into his aunt's ass. By then, Joshi's finger was moving steadily in and out of Claire's rear hole, or rather, her bottom was shoving up and down on Joshi's pseudo cock. He whispered details of how his aunt's breathing grew more ragged with each successively larger stone and how she lifted her ass to meet each new arrival, much as Claire's butt was now rising and falling automatically in concert with his own finger. When he finally told Claire that the last stone, the biggest one, had been pushed inside his aunt, he stopped, dead still.

Claire lay gasping on the blanket, her cheeks quivering around Joshi's embedded finger.

"Don't stop," she croaked. "Tell me what happened."

Claire's ass, straining up and down in micro movements, betrayed what she really didn't want to stop.

"She said to to pull them out, slowly, one by one. When I did, she moaned so loudly as each one popped out I thought everyone would wake up, but nobody came."

"And then?" Claire gasped.

"She lay in front of me, legs spread wide open, gasping for breath. Hurry, she cried, lifting her ass and spreading her cheeks with both hands. I knelt behind her, almost falling over in my rush, and tried to get inside her now not so little hole. I was in such a frenzy, I couldn't get it in. She egged me on, rubbing her pussy with her hand and saying, Hurry, hurry, over and over but her butt was moving around so much it made it impossible for me to nail her."

Now, Joshi started moving his finger in and out of Claire's butt, a little faster and deeper with every stroke. Claire buried her face in the blanket. There was no way she was going to stop him now. Her ass twisted up and back to meet every thrust and she wasn't surprised when she came only a minute or two later. Joshi kept his finger plugged inside until her ass stopped quivering. Finally, he gently pulled it out. While her breathing recovered, he retrieved Claire's shorts and pulled them up her legs and then over her bottom into place after she lifted her hips to help. Claire kept her face buried in the blanket. Joshi slipped Claire's hands into the sleeves of her shirt and pulled it onto her too. He didn't bother trying to get her bra on but he did put it into her bag. 

Pulling her up to a sitting position, Joshi sat in front of her, blocking the view of anyone down the beach. There were only a few people left, way down near the parking lot. Claire looked down, making no attempt to hide her breasts from Joshi. He brushed them a couple of times, as if to get sand off, though there was none. Claire didn't object. When the blouse was done, Joshi helped Claire to her feet and tucked her shirt into her shorts before securing the top button. He picked up the blanket and folded it neatly. Claire finally seemed to become conscious, bending to pick up the rest of her things. They walked down the beach together, in silence, side by side. It was a good thing hardly anyone else was left on the beach because Joshi still had a huge erection. He couldn't believe he hadn't come.

No words were spoken in the car. Claire was silent and Joshi was afraid to say anything. She drove straight home and Joshi got out and walked away without even saying goodbye.

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2. The Second Day at the Beach

"Joshi! What a surprise. You know Jason's working today, don't you?"

It could have been an awkward moment but Claire was truly surprised to see Joshi at the door the next day. It wasn't because it was Monday. Unlike most of his friends, Joshi hadn't had a summer job since he worked at the coffee shop and his mother found out that, like the other employees, he had to clean the washrooms as part of his duties. Joshi didn't mind, any more than the other kids, but that ended his working life and from then on his parents provided him with all he needed. Except for a car, of course.

Nevertheless, Claire still blushed and looked down at her feet after her initial welcome.

"I know," Joshi replied. "I'm just bored and I wondered if you'd like to go to the beach again. I had a really good time."

"Joshi, I don't think that would be a good idea."

"I didn't mean...," Joshi looked down at his feet and shuffled them.

Claire thought he was blushing but his dark skin made it hard to tell. Despite her own discomfort, she felt a pang of sympathy for him. After all, she was a grown woman and it was no more his fault than hers for what had happened at the beach.

"I mean, I know things got carried away, Mrs. Kendriks, but it won't happen again, I promise. I hope you don't hate me," Joshi ended in a subdued voice, shuffling his feet faster.

Claire's heart went out to her son's friend. It must be tough for him. Aside from being East Indian, not being allowed to have a car or take a summer job isolated him further. He probably spent most days out of school bored out of his mind. Like me, Claire thought. How do I manage to fill my days with all my friends working? The last thing she needed was for Joshi to be unable to handle what had happened and confessing it all to one of his friends or, God forbid, Jason. It would be best if they could talk it out themselves and become friends, of sorts. Friends were less likely to betray each other.

"Ok. Tell you what. You wait here and I'll be right down."

In the car, on the way to the beach, Claire said, "There won't be any monkey business today." Her voice was firm but she wasn't sure whether the remark was for Joshi's benefit or her own. Yesterday had been wild and she had woken in the middle of the night with her hand cupping herself. She was wet and under the covers reeked of her sex. She had been dreaming for some time.

Joshi vigorously nodded his head in agreement. He was quite certain where the comment was directed.

"Friends?" Claire held her hand, palm up, toward Joshi.

"Friends!" Joshi laughed, high-fiving his friend's mom.

"Friends with a secret," Claire added.

"Yes," Joshi agreed, solemnly. "And only we will ever know."

Claire and Joshi twisted their wrists around each other and clasped their hands in a tight grip which they held until Claire had to make a turn.

At the beach, they walked toward the end but didn't go all the way to the rocks. Instead, about three quarters of the way there Claire hesitated nervously and stopped. Joshi set his pack down and pulled the blanket out, spreading it in a spot with people nearby on each side. They settled in for the afternoon, Claire reading and Joshi swimming from time to time with breaks to dry in the sun in between. For a while, Joshi joined a group of girls that wanted to play beach volleyball and even dragged Claire up to play a few games. When she begged off due to near exhaustion, Joshi left too, though the girls begged him to stay. Claire was surprised that he followed her because two of the girls were openly flirting with him and she had caught them several times admiring Joshi's slender though lithe body. As she walked away, Claire felt somewhat proud for winning a small victory for women of her generation. I'm not in the grave yet, girls.

Claire hadn't removed her summer dress, a cute off-white number with squiggly black designs set on a plain background that clung to the top of her breasts, leaving her shoulders and upper back bare. She kept it on even after they finished playing ball despite the hot sun. They were having such a good time that Joshi didn't want to jeopardize things by suggesting she remove the dress to cool down but his eyes were immediately drawn to her legs when she lifted the hem and shook it to fan in some cooling air. Though he would have loved to, Joshi didn't offer to put lotion on her legs and Claire did it herself.

Claire was an attractive woman with a remarkable figure for her age, probably due to being too slender most of her life. Twiggy, her brothers had called her when she was a teenager. Well, she wasn't twiggy now. Joshi couldn't help admiring her legs as she rubbed the lotion on, leaving her skin gleaming in the sun. Claire was aware of Joshi's attention but despite her initial apprehension at the beginning of the day she felt quite relaxed. Joshi hadn't made any suggestive moves. To the contrary, he had left her to read while he swam except for the beachball game and that had really been quite fun, taking Claire back to her younger days. It was almost like Joshi was a friend, like one of the guys she used to hang around with in school and, from time to time, flirt with. Each time one of the girls tried to entice Joshi back to the game, Claire was pleased that he stayed, though she outwardly urged him to join them.

Claire applied the lotion to her legs again but this time in long strokes that travelled the full length of her legs, from upper thighs to toes, twisting over and under her knees. Casually, Claire let the loose summer dress slip up her thighs so far that her bikini was revealed. Joshi almost looked away and Claire smiled to herself. He was clearly nervous because of the day before and what she'd said in the car. His anxiety about her reaction made her feel comfortable and in control. She stretched out the the leg nearest him along the blanket, permitting an unbroken view of the inside of her other, still bent leg. Leaning forward, she let her breasts divide on her left thigh as she peered over her knee to watch her hands progress down each side of her calf, knowing her action exposed more of the front of her bikini. It was a dark green bikini that went well with her soft red hair and green eyes and, despite its swimsuit status, still looked like a delicate pair of panties, especially when glimpsed under a woman's dress.

Claire almost laughed out loud, she was having so much fun. She felt young and free in the hot sun. Stop teasing the boy, she chastened herself to no avail. She lazily dragged her hands up and pushed them down her legs twice more before she turned onto her stomach. Joshi was trying hard not to look directly at her but she knew he did as soon as she turned away. She turned her face sideways and lay on her hands, sighing contentedly.

"Can you do my back, please?"

Joshi was surprised but, after a frozen moment, scrambled to find the lotion. Claire smiled to herself, flattered by his eagerness.

"Just my shoulders and my back," Claire cautioned. She could hear the girls laughing in the background as they continued their game. Compete with this, girls, she thought to herself.

Joshi acknowledged her instruction and proceeded to rub the lotion, warmed from the sun, on Claire's freckled skin. It was so nice to be with a woman, he thought. Better than those silly girls. Look how she lies here, knowing how hot I think she is, and yet she doesn't make a silly farce of it, just lets me enjoy her, even if just a little. This is a what a real woman is all about.

Joshi did Claire's arms and shoulders, going over the same territory again and again, until she suddenly reached awkwardly behind her back and unzipped the top of her dress to about halfway down her back. Nervously, Joshi grasped the little zipper and pulled it the rest of the way, exposing her back and the top of her bikini. He resumed applying the lotion, and especially enjoyed doing the small of her back just below the rise up to her buttocks. He stared at her ass as he rubbed. It wasn't so hard to imagine the sculptured outline of her cheeks under the flimsy dress and bikini. Even if she had been wearing a kilt, Joshi could have visualized those perfect pears from memory. God, he wished he could have her ass, just as he'd had his aunt's in the fake story he'd told Claire the day before. He felt himself stiffen in his swimsuit even more.

Joshi was startled when Claire reached behind her back with both hands and unhooked the top of the bikini, pulling the straps to the sides and dropping them on the blanket. Joshi's hand stopped in its tracks on Claire's back, his eyes caressing her smooth, lightly tanned skin. When he realized that he had stopped, he jolted into motion but after a minute he applied fresh oil in a streak across Claire's back where the bikini top had been.

Claire didn't say a word, even when, while kneading her back, Joshi stretched his fingers down her sides onto the paler flesh where her breasts bulged out before being hidden in the blanket. Be careful, girl, Claire thought. You can't give this young guy much more than an inch. She laughed to herself. And he's got a lot more than an inch to give.

"What's funny?" Joshi laughed.

Claire was surprised that she had laughed out loud.

"Nothing," she said. "Keep rubbing. Actually, can you do my legs? I think the lotion has worn off now."

Joshi switched to Claire's legs, starting with her feet. Claire relaxed. She didn't need to be so vigilant now that his hands weren't rubbing the sides of her breasts. She settled into the blanket, relishing the warm sun and the soothing caress of Joshi's hands, way down there, where they couldn't do any harm.

Joshi didn't just the rub lotion on Claire's feet... he massaged it in. It took ten minutes to get above her ankles and another fifteen to pass her knees before his fingers tasted her thighs. By then, Claire seemed to be sleeping and Joshi's fingertips changed from long, gentle massaging strokes to shorter, scratching caresses. Claire seemed unaware of the change except for a slight change in her breathing which became deeper after the occasional sharp intake of air.

She had marvelous legs, slender all the way to the top with just a slight widening about half way up her thighs. Her flesh was soft and white, hardly tanned at all above the knee. Joshi worked her thighs for a long time but never approached the golden honey pot at the crux of her limbs, nor did he let his fingers reach the crease defining the boundary between her buttocks and her legs though he dearly wanted to. He knew Claire was enjoying what he was doing because she hadn't stopped him even though he had long surpassed the need to cover her legs in protective lotion. Also, though she might not know it, her buttocks betrayed her feelings, every once in a while, after a long scratch up her thigh, especially on the inside, Claire's cheeks sucked in like the sides of an old Corvette.

"I didn't finish the story about Aunt Nalini," Joshi offered quietly.

Claire tensed and Joshi thought he'd made a mistake. Her breath, which she had suddenly held, expelled in a long sigh.

"I think I can guess what happened. I don't need all the gory details."

"You'd be wrong."

"It was pretty obvious what would happen and I'm not sure I believe it really did."

"It did, and I can prove it."

Claire's eyes opened and regarded him intently. Joshi wished he'd kept his mouth shut.

"How?"

"The belt."

"What belt?" Claire's interest was piqued.

"You know. The one with all the pebbles."

Claire twisted up onto her elbow, facing Joshi. Now he was really pissed at himself.

"You've got it?"

"Yeah, she gave it to me. Here, look."

Joshi reached behind himself to grab his knapsack, dug around inside and retrieved an ornately designed pouch. He opened it and pulled out a string of polished colored stones spaced about three inches apart. Each stone was slightly larger than the next and each was perfectly formed like a little pear.

Claire sat up, forgetting her bikini top at first, then grabbing it and holding it over her breasts. Joshi handed the belt to her. She held it up in front of her with one hand and clutching the top to her chest with the other, admiring its artistry and workmanship. "It's beautiful," she whispered. "I had no idea. She gave it to you?"

"Yeah," Joshi replied, the truth not exactly adorning his eyes but he was saved from exposure because Claire was staring at the belt. "Small consolation," he added.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I didn't get the prize."

"But I thought... it seemed like...,"

"See. I said you'd be wrong." Joshi laughed. "Aunt Nalini finished while I was still trying to get into her and I did too. I made a mess all over her and she got mad at me. By the time I had made amends, the servants were up and about and she wouldn't stay."

Joshi drew his knees up and kept his head between them, avoiding Claire's searching eyes.

"But...,"

"I had to leave the next day. I only got to be alone with her for a few minutes. That's when she gave me that," Joshi pointed at the belt, "and she whispered to me to come back to India so she could spend more time with me. She actually reached inside my pants and held me while she said it and kissed me too. I would have tried to do something but my cousin interrupted us."

Claire couldn't help glancing between Joshi's legs. She wasn't sure if the excitement showing there was due to the memory of his aunt or the license she'd allowed him with her legs.

"Do you keep in touch with her?"

Now Joshi turned and looked at Claire, meeting her eyes for the first time.

"Yes," he said. "Through Facebook."

"Oh, she's computer savvy?"

"She's no slouch," Joshi agreed. "She's with it."

"Apparently," Claire laughed.

Joshi joined in.

"Does she do things for her own son?" Claire asked, surprised by the way her voice suddenly thickened.

"Yes," Joshi replied seriously. Claire looked shocked.

"My cousin doesn't have any sisters. Usually it falls on the sisters to protect the family's honor, to keep their brother's in check but, with sisters, it usually doesn't go too far."

"You mean intercourse?"

"Yes. Well, never that. The sisters must be virgins too. I mean, they don't, do, what, uh... Aunt Nalini did, or was about to. Nor would the sons usually want to with their mothers. They would prefer their sisters. Not everyone has a mother as beautiful as Aunt Nalini."

Claire nodded. There was a long pause.

"So they... masturbate them?"

"More," Joshi said.

Claire looked at him, expectantly.

"They use their mouths," Joshi explained.

"Oh, of course." Claire looked out at the ocean, embarassed. "But, do they get bored with that?" she asked, pointedly watching the waves.

"I don't see how they could," Joshi replied, laughing.

Now Claire joined him in to share the mirth but after a moment she pressed on, "But some do, go further?"

"Yes," Joshi admitted quietly, as if reluctant to admit it.

"And Aunt Nalini?"

"No," Joshi shook his head.

"Do you know from your own experience, then?" Claire asked the forbidden question.

"With my mother?" Joshi's breathing betrayed his excitement at the question. "No," he admitted. "She's too American, but I have other cousins and aunts, some here and some back there."

"But not all of them have sisters and some must have pretty mothers like Aunt Nalini?" Claire's eyes finally left the ocean to peer at Joshi.

Joshi turned to meet Claire's gaze. "Yes, some of them don't have sisters, or they're not old enough, but their mother's are reasonably attractive. Why?"

Claire seemed flustered by the question and, though it opened the door for her to ask exactly what she wanted to know, she turned and stretched out on her stomach again.

"Nothing," she replied, covering her reddening face with her arm. "I was curious. that's all."

For several minutes, Joshi watched her in silence. Then, he picked up the stone belt which Claire had dropped on the blanket when she had turned around in a huff. His hand hovered above Claire, the small pebble at end of the belt dangling an inch over the small of her bare back. Joshi dipped his hand twice, allowing the stone to graze her skin. Claire reached behind her to scratch the tickle. Finally, she uncovered her face and twisted her head to look behind her.

"Joshi, stop it."

"It's for you. I brought the belt for you."

"I can't take that."

Joshi detected a trace of anger in her voice.

"It's just a belt," he soothed. "It would look pretty on you. It doesn't have any special meaning, in India or here."

Claire dropped her head and covered it with her arm again. "I can't take it. I don't want it."

Joshi dipped the belt down and let it travel in a circle around the small of Claire's back.

"Joshi, stop it."

"It's a beautiful belt. You said so yourself."

Claire didn't answer and Joshi kept tickling her back with the end of the belt, dragging the stone all over her back and even letting it dangle down her sides, bouncing along her waist until it skipped across the sides of her breast.

"Joshi."

"Okay, okay."

Joshi dropped the belt in a pile in the middle of Claire's back. After a few seconds, he picked it up again.

"Joshi."

Joshi stretched the belt across Claire's back and let it droop on either side of her waist.

"Just try it on. If you don't like the way it looks, then I'll take it back."

Claire sat up, exasperated. "Okay, if that's what it will take to get you to stop bugging me."

She grasped the belt and pulled it around her waist. She tried to connect it but couldn't figure the clasp out. Joshi took it in his hands, adjusted it to fit her narrow waist, and snapped it shut. The belt rested on Claire's hips, a sufficiently loose fit to let the stones swoop across the pout of her belly just below her navel, drawing attention to that sensually deep, oval orifice. A good fifteen inches of the smaller stones hung down from the join. Joshi pulled the belt around until the extra strand dangled down the side of Claire's hip.

"It's quite flattering," he said.

"Yes, it's nice," Claire agreed, the pleased tone in her voice lending credence to her words. She turned back onto her stomach. "Now, will you leave me to tan in peace?"

Claire didn't seem to have noticed but the whole time she had sat up to fit the belt on, her breasts had been bare, the bikini top having remained on the blanket. Joshi had certainly noticed and, truth be known, Claire did too though not at first. When she did, she not only resisted the urge to cover up, she actually arched her back slightly to make her breasts push up, after, that is, a quick glance down the beach to make sure nobody was looking.

Joshi honored her request and left her alone. He ran down to the surf and went for a swim. He did, after all, need to cool down. On his return, he dried himself with a towel and enjoyed Claire's mature yet still sexy body, being careful not to disturb her by dripping cold water on her legs. He sat next to her and continued watching her for several more minutes, then turned to lay on his side, facing her. Quietly, trying not to wake her since she seemed to be napping, Joshi picked up the end of the belt. Carefully, he tugged it around her sexy, narrow waist until it was lined up in the center of her back instead of off to one side. Delicately, Joshi traced a path across Claire's back with the small stone at the end of the belt just above her bikini — Claire must have removed her dress while he was swimming as it now lay in a pile on the blanket. He paused, waiting for a rebuke, but there was none.

Encouraged, Joshi continued circling the small of Claire's back, periodically leaving the circle to tickle the stone along her sides and, after several such unprotested sojourns, even so high as to bump across the bulging flesh at the sides of her breasts. 'Accidentally', Joshi let the pebble to sometimes bump onto Claire's bikini bottom and when that, too, failed to generate a complaint, he made a regular detour there, dragging the stone over the covered bumps of her buttocks.

When one of the two groups of people still on the far side of the beach from them passed by on their way home, Joshi prudently lifted the end of the belt onto Claire's back and dropped it there until they were gone. He didn't, however, waste any time retrieving the belt and continuing his teasing game. He stiffened substantially inside his swimsuit the first time he dragged the stone up Claire's crack, even though it was covered by her bikini but the largest swelling of his tool was caused when he trailed the pebble along the side of Claire's buttock, outside the bikini on her bare skin. The way her bottom twitched in response was too much to ignore and Joshi's cock stiffened into full erection.

By the time the last couple from the far end of the beach passed them by, Joshi had been trailing the little pebble onto the back of Claire's thighs and letting it sink into the crevice between her legs before dragging it up onto her bikini and along her crack. Joshi wasn't aware of their approach until they were almost upon him so he didn't have time to hide the belt. The man was unaware — he was looking out over the ocean at a passing boat — but the woman saw what he was doing and smiled. Several steps further, her mouth dropped open in shock and she looked away but soon turned back for another look. She twisted her head, oblivious of Joshi's return gaze, until she was a good twenty feet past. Joshi looked down to see what she was looking at and found his full erection on display. It had slipped out the side of his swimsuit and was proudly nodding its head at the heavens.

They were alone. The closest group of people on the beach were more than fifty feet away and already packing up to leave. Nobody else would pass by them since they were now the farthest out. Between them and the rocks was empty beach.

Joshi refocused his attention on Claire's body without bothering to hide his exposed erection. Claire's legs had parted slightly, offering greater access between her thighs. Allowing two stones to drag along Claire's skin, Joshi moved the belt into the apex of her juncture and kept the rest close to her body as he dragged the pebbles up her crack. Instead of continuing on, he let the stones slide back along the groove in her bikini and onto the material dividing her legs. Several times, he slowly dipped the rocks up and down, then swung them out in an arc so they could swing back and bump against the puffiness there. Claire made no protest but Joshi knew that at least her body was aware of what he was doing, by the sound of her shallow but more rapid breathing. It was several minutes of such back and forth dragging and bumping before Claire finally spoke.

"Joshi, you're being a brat."

"What?" Joshi was startled. "What am I doing?"

"You know what you're doing."

Joshi protested his innocence, "I'm just tickling your legs."

"You mean my bum, Joshi." Claire turned over. Propped up on her elbows and shielding her eyes from the sun, she looked both ways down the beach, noting that nobody was anywhere near them, then collapsed onto her back. Immediately, she felt the free end of the stone belt under her bottom and lifted up to pull it out but it resisted. Joshi grasped the belt at her waist and twisted it around until the tail was at her side, then pulled it up and over onto her belly. Claire let the belt go and covered her eyes with her arms, sighing.

Joshi was elated. When Claire had turned over, she hadn't pulled her bikini top with her. It was lying under her back and her breasts were bare in the late afternoon sun. They were gorgeous. Larger than one would have expected seeing her in a dress or blouse. They were tanned across the top but the bulk of the swells were covered in freckled white skin which made her dollar sized aureole and nipples look all the darker and more prominent.

Joshi stifled a groan. He didn't want anything to draw Claire's attention to the fact that her tits were on display. His cock was so hard it felt brittle. Amazingly, Claire hadn't noticed his naked pole wagging around when she had turned over and Joshi had completely forgotten about it. He tried to put it back in his swimsuit but it was too hard and long. Instead, he grabbed a towel and draped it over his bare cock, stifling another groan as the material tickled his sensitive organ, almost making him come. He was so fucking horny!

Joshi stared and stared, clocking every tiny motion of Claire's breasts. Eventually, he had to do something. He was afraid to play with the belt again or to touch her directly. It was too late in the day to apply more lotion and if he tried it might trigger Claire into thinking it was time to go home. Nevertheless, Joshi couldn't do nothing. He wanted to see her body react, to him. He picked up a handful of dry sand and held it above Claire's belly. Ever so carefully, he allowed a few grains to fall onto her stomach near her wonderfully mature navel, then a few more, until he was rewarded by several tummy flinches. Fuck, what a fascinating body she had.

Claire opened one eye and looked at him askance, "Can't you just sit still?"

Joshi smiled and shook his head.

Claire sighed. "Boys just have to play, don't they?"

She closed her eye before Joshi nodded again. Joshi continued dropping sand onto Claire, moving around in a circle over her belly, then down her hips and onto her legs, leaving little trails of sand along the crest of her thighs. Eventually, he became bold enough to drop a spiral of sand between Claire's legs, tickling the sides of her inner thighs, and up onto her bikini. He braced for a sharp retort but either Claire didn't feel it or she didn't think it trespassed a boundary sufficiently to care.

Using a similar tactic, Joshi dropped sand onto Claire's belly and then moved up, leaving a trail between her bare breasts. When that was allowed several times without fuss, Joshi widened the path until he was sprinkling grains of sand across Claire's breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples. He found the marginally larger grains and directed with amazing accuracy onto the tips of Claire's nipples. He didn't think he could get harder but when her nipples stiffened and seemed to grow, his cock got so hard it hurt. Claire didn't open her eyes when she spoke this time.

"I shouldn't let you do that. I don't care what you say, I know your mother wouldn't let you do that."

"You're right," Joshi croaked, unable to disguise the excitement in his voice. "She would never let me do this."

"Or most of the things you told me yesterday that she let you do."

"Yeah," Joshi admitted.

"You wish she would, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"You really love her?"

"Yes," emphatically.

"You know she can't, don't you? Mothers know their teenage sons want them but they can't do anything about it."

"My aunt would."

"You mean, what you said about Nalini is true?"

"Yes," Joshi lied. "She gave me the belt."

"Oh yes, the belt." One of Claire's hands dropped from her eyes and her fingers caressed its pebbles. "Why did you give it to me?"

Joshi didn't respond.

"Is it because your mother would know what it was?"

"Yeah, maybe," Joshi admitted.

"Yet you told me about it and still gave it to me. Did you think I might be like Nalini?"

Again, Joshi didn't respond.

"Were you hoping, maybe just a little bit," Claire probed.

"A little bit, I guess."

"But I'm not your aunt."

"I've known you for a long time," Joshi said, "and you've always treated me like another son."

"Yes, that's true," Claire agreed, "but you're not really my son."

Joshi laughed. "Not unless you do a lot more tanning."

Claire burst out laughing. As they enjoyed Joshi's little joke, the tension that had been building through the conversation dissipated. Claire pulled her hand up to cover her eyes again. Sensing that the crisis was over, Joshi began dropping sand onto Claire's tits again.

"If you had a darker tan, you'd look a lot like my mother."

"Do you like to think of me like that... like your mother?"

Joshi didn't answer but his hand trembled and the sand missed its mark, spilling between Claire's breasts.

"No more sand, Joshi," she murmured.

Joshi emptied his hand over the beach and then began brushing away the trails and piles he had left on Claire's tummy. Somehow he felt he had permission to do more than just sweep the sand away and allowed his fingers to rub and scrape over the sensitive parts of Claire's skin for longer than was necessary. Claire didn't react, even when he spent considerable time clearing every grain off the front of her bikini. When all the sand was long gone, Joshi picked up the tail end of the belt. He wasn't particularly stealthy about it but there was no objection from Claire, despite the earlier stoppage when he had transgressed some inner boundary known only to her.

Joshi trailed the pebble around Claire's stomach rather than her back. More quickly, this time, he progressed to areas of greater sensitivity, dragging the end pebbles around her bare breasts and even teasing her nipples, allowing the end rock to bounce off each one several times. The only reaction from Claire was a small smile, as if she were accommodating a two year old. That was okay with Joshi, he wanted to play. Before long, Joshi was tracing a path from Claire's breasts to her knees, trailing down the top of her thighs but returning up the crevice formed by her pressed together legs, and always allowing the pebbles to drag directly over the mound filling her bikini. He paused only when he heard people down the beach but started again as soon as he knew nobody was coming their way. It was a magic moment when Claire's parted just that little bit necessary to let the rocks swing between her thighs and bounce against the underside of her bikini.

"I shouldn't let you do that," Claire sighed, contradicting the movement of her legs.

Joshi let the stones bang against her pussy a little harder. "Let me," he urged.

I shouldn't," Claire whispered back, many seconds later.

Joshi purposely delayed his response, giving his daring ploy time to take effect. "Please," he finally whispered, desperation apparent in his throaty reply.

Awaiting her response, Joshi quickly cast a glance down the beach. He couldn't see anyone nearby. There were still lots of people far away, near the parking lot, and a few a little closer to them but not close enough to identify them as anything other than people. Claire still hadn't answered his plea. She looked so hot, lying with arms covering her face, breasts heaving and nipples canting wildly atop their trembling crests, tummy palpitating and the mound under the bikini, pulsing up to greet the swirling pebble.

He'd gone for broke the day before, and won. This was no time to quit. Joshi gathered his courage. He placed the pads of his middle three fingers on the stones lying atop Claire's bikini, being careful not to actually touch her directly. Cautiously, he pressed the stones down, just barely, and allowed them to spring back, forced upward by her springy mound. Claire sucked her breath in sharply but kept her face covered. Joshi's own breath quickened and, fingers trembling, he pressed down again and, amazingly, she pushed up to meet him.

Joshi was elated. She was going to let him play and then afterwards, just like yesterday, act like nothing had happened. He couldn't have been more wrong and was truly shocked when Claire spoke.

"You want to do this with your real mother, don't you?"

Joshi was stunned by her perceptive observation. If she knew about his true motivation, he was sure she'd jump up and walk away, fuming. But she was right about his mother. She disapproved of Nalini and wanted to leave India and its ways behind. He wished she didn't. If she would be more like Claire, Joshi would be in heaven.

"I... uh, I don't..."

"Shhhhhh," Claire hissed. "Don't bother trying to denying it. Boys want more than girls can offer and they look to their mothers to get it, if only in their imagination, because their mothers always look after them."

Claire's hip twisted up and the stones pushed into the groove under her bikini. She sighed in response and the muscles in her legs tensed, lifting her knees slightly before they sank back to the blanket, slightly more open than before.

"I...," Joshi tried again.

"Shush. Don't talk."

Claire's hips lifted again and Joshi pressed the stones down firmly, following her down, massaging the stones into her mound all the way. Her legs parted even more, leaving a gap between the edge of the bikini and the inside of her legs, exposing tufts of reddish blonde pubic hair. Joshi leaned down on his elbow, his head hovering over Claire's straining nipples. Blowing on the one closest to him, his cock twitched when she sucked in her breath. He blew on the other one and rubbed Claire's mound, not waiting for her hips to rise.

"You're right," he whispered, ignoring her command for silence. "I want to do this for my mother. She'd act disgusted but, secretly, she wants it to happen. I think all mothers do, not just the ones in India."

Claire moaned and Joshi knew he had struck a secret cord in her forbidden desires. He stilled his hand, formed it into a cup, and squeezed her mound. Releasing for several seconds, he closed in and Claire moaned again, extending it as he dragged his fingers up through her groove and pushed them back through it, only to squeeze her pussy once more.

"Yessss," Claire hissed through gritted teeth.

Joshi knew she was excited by more than his fingers. It was the picture he had put in her mind that really sucked in her breath and forced her knees off the ground, a movie of him touching his mother this way that forced her thighs to squeeze her pubes against his hand, or maybe, just maybe, she was imagining her own muscular son rubbing her cunt and hovering over her tits.

Joshi dropped his mouth onto her erect nipple and sucked, hard.

"Oh my god," Claire cried, arching her back, forcing her tit deeper into his mouth and pulling her knees up high.

Joshi pulled the stones up to Claire's belly and forced them down again, this time inside her bikini. Pushing the lead stone ahead of his long finger, he felt a thrill when it found her damp groove and slid through it like a bowling ball running down a gutter rocking from side to side. Claire started moaning the instant he delved into her groove, a moan that rose an octave when Joshi found her fold and pushed the first stone inside. He barely paused before shoving the small pebble deep into her cunt, withdrew, and starting poking the next, slightly larger rock, into her hole.

Claire's head was twisting from side to side. Joshi lifted his face and planted his mouth firmly on her other tit, sucking hard, then opening his jaws wide and enveloping as much of her tit as he could fit into his mouth. The third stone was in. Claire's thighs were churning as he pushed the fourth inside. The belt had now pulled low on Claire's waist. One more stone and it would be tight. In it went as Joshi switched tits yet again, thrilled by Claire's joyous whimper when he took her nipple deep into his mouth just as he shoved in the fifth and final stone. He wished he had thought to undo the belt so he could push more rocks inside her. His hand closed over her lips and, pinching them together around the string holding the stones, he began massaging her pussy while he sucked her tit, his tongue rapidly flicking her nipple inside his mouth.

Claire writhed on the blanket as if she couldn't get enough. If only she was his mother, living in the same house. He would have her every day and all night. What a fantastic, sexy woman. Joshi let his mouth slip off her tit to slide wetly onto her stomach and then down to her bikini. Pressing his nose in tight against her skin, he forced her bikini down until he could hook the waistband with his thumb. Baring her mound, Joshi quickly found her slit and slid up to tickle the top of her clit, digging in with the tip of his tongue, he swirled it around, holding his head firm as her hips bucked against his face. She was fucking him now, jamming her pussy against his face, shoving her clit hard on his tongue and mashing it against his lips and teeth. Joshi braced for the final assault but there was no need to hold firm. Claire's hands had finally stopped covering her eyes in favor of holding Joshi's face firmly on her cunt.

"Ohhhh, godddddd," she cried, writing on his face, jerking in spasm after spasm, clutching his hair, thrusting, squeezing. "Oh, God!"

Eventually, Claire's orgasm subsided and one hand dropped away while the other gently stroked Joshi's head, fingers running through his hair. She urged him up and he lay down beside her, still up on one elbow. He looked down at her satisfied, flushed and glowing face, then belatedly looked down the beach. She was smiling when his eyes returned. She didn't seem the least bit worried about what was going on down the beach.

"You don't have any aunts like Nalini here, do you?"

Joshi shook his head.

"Does Nalini look like your mother?"

Joshi nodded.

"Do you wish she was more like her?"

Joshi nodded again. Claire's hand found Joshi's bare, very hard cock. Her fingers circled around the long, slender shaft and slid up and down several times.

"And me?" Claire's eyes twinkled.

"Yes," Joshi hissed through clenched teeth.

"Does it hurt?" she cooed.

Joshi nodded.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here. Put it against my warm mommy skin."

Claire's teasing voice was more like a little girl's than a mother's but it worked for Joshi. His cock was twitching violently and Claire had to clamp it firmly against her torso to settle it down. She started jacking him with her right hand while the fingers of her left continuously rubbed the top of his knob while she used the underside to trace a circle on her belly. Several times she lifted it close to her mouth and spit on it before returning her slippery fingers to work their magic on his sensitive head.

"Aren't you going to come? Don't you like your mommy?" Claire teased, pouting at him with a little girl look on her face.

It was too much. Joshi erupted, overflowing like a volcano rather than blasting spurt after spurt, flooding Claire's stomach but managing to produce a couple of squirts for the underside of her tits. When he was done, Claire sat up, much like the day before, and quietly used a towel to clean herself. Surprisingly, she stood up before putting her bikini top on. There was no need for Joshi to brush sand away. Her breasts were still slick with his saliva. Claire handed him the towel and he dried them off well. When he was done, Claire secured her top, picked up her bag and walked away down the beach, leaving Joshi scrambling to put his stuff back in his pack and grab the towel and blanket. He ran to catch up to her. 


The beach was empty. Joshi expected another silent walk and ride home but as soon as he reached her, Claire banged her hip against him, slipped her arm around his back, and pulled him close. "Only until we get close to the car," she said.

That was fine with Joshi.

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3. The Third Day at the Beach

Claire was waiting, ready to go, when Joshi knocked on the door the next day. She had prepared a lunch and put it in a cooler with some drinks which Joshi hefted out to the car. On the way to the beach, Claire drove slowly, taking a detour to admire some of the finer waterfront homes on the way. She managed to let her dress slip up to expose her legs and only smiled sweetly when she caught Joshi openly admiring her slender limbs. At the beach, Joshi hoisted the cooler but Claire added to his burden, draping the blanket and a couple of towels around his neck. She walked ahead of him, carrying only her satchel and a beach umbrella, her feet twisting in the sunbaked sand. Nodding and smiling at the beachball girls, she led Joshi past them to the far end next to the rocks where a strategically placed log partially obscured them from the rest of the beach.

Claire waited while Joshi spread the blanket out, then let him set the umbrella in the sand. Quietly, they settled into their respective activities, she reading and he going for a swim. She didn't join him when two of the girls came down to visit and succeeded in enticing Joshi into a game that turned into several more. She didn't experience a single twinge of jealousy like she had the day before. She felt only confidence, being sufficiently assured of his attention that she didn't feel obliged to reward his return with an extra display of bare leg, but she did anyway. When she was sure by his gaze that Joshi had completely forgotten about the girls, Claire laughed and suggested he go for a swim to get cooled down.

When he returned, Claire ignored him in favor of her book and he waited patiently drying in the sun while she read. They ate a late lunch and the afternoon was waning by the time they finished. When Joshi casually remarked that people were beginning to leave, Claire followed his gaze down the beach. The girls were packing up. They waved and Claire waved back, smiling under her straw hat. She removed it and shook out her hair.

"Can you move the umbrella around?"

"Where to?" Joshi asked.

"There," Claire replied, pointing to a position that would complement the log's obstruction, completing their privacy by blocking an outsider's view unless they were positioned directly below them near the water.

By the time Joshi was done, Claire had turned over onto her stomach. A tube of suntan lotion lay on the blanket beside her. Joshi picked it up and sat next to her. Claire smiled at him, her face lying on her crossed hands.

"Tell me more about India."

"What do you want to know?"

Claire closed her eyes. "I want to hear more about the women... especially the mothers," she murmured.

Joshi began talking and, as he spoke, he applied lotion to Claire's legs, though he knew she'd done them at least twice that afternoon. He started at her ankles and quickly progressed to the backs of her thighs but Claire flapped her feet so he dutifully returned to pay homage to her slender calves and even to spread some lotion over the soles of her feet. When his hands moved more slowly, and appreciatively, Claire allowed him to once again rise above her knees. Since he now took greater care massaging her flesh, she let his stretching fingers creep deep between her upper thighs and even parted her legs to make this task less of a struggle.

Joshi explained that, in larger extended families, additional female relatives were co-opted if necessary and that some of them, especially the older women — the mothers and aunts — grew to like their new duties even if they weren't so inclined in the beginning.

"I find that hard to believe, suddenly liking a duty forced upon them by men."

Joshi laughed. "You don't understand. The men have even less say than the women. Think about it. A man, who likely benefited from such treatment in his youth, can hardly pretend not to know what's going on, yet that's exactly what he must do."

"But the women..."

Claire was interrupted by an impromptu sigh as Joshi's fingers began plying the triangle at the base of her bottom. "Ohhhhhh."

"The mothers and aunts, I was going to say, now have to satisfy these almost grown, spoiled little brats."

Joshi laughed again. "True, true. But remember that it's quite an awkward situation for them as well. I mean, they're usually quite embarrassed and only get through the first few times because of their dire need. I mean, these are women who changed their diapers after all."

"Yes," Claire chuckled, "I suppose that would be a little uncomfortable but it's one thing to alleviate a young man's pressure with your hands and quite another to expected to provide access to your mouth and womb, not to mention other things."

"No, no. You're not understanding again."

Joshi prodded Claire's thighs and she adjusted her knees to widen the gap between her legs. At the same time, Joshi's other hand pressed on the small of her back, dragging the hem of her dress up almost to the crease defining the boundary between her bottom and her legs. It was Joshi's turn to sigh. Claire wasn't wearing a swimsuit, or a bikini, or even panties. She was naked under the dress. The disappointment he had felt all afternoon when Claire hadn't removed her dress to reveal her bikini disappeared in a flash.

"Not understanding?" Claire prompted.

"The, uh... womb..." Joshi struggled to focus his mind but his eyes clung to the tuft of hair covering Claire's pussy. "The pussy... I mean, womb... is strictly out of bounds. That belongs to a woman's husband and nobody else."

"But even so, to put your mouth on your own son, or nephew, let alone let him do things you wouldn't even let your husband do."

Claire quietly sucked in her breath as Joshi's hands slid over her naked buttocks and his fingers crept along the edge of the crevice dividing her bottom.

"Some women find using their mouths to be less traumatic. I mean, once they begin touching them, it will go off and most find it easier to just put it in their mouth. It's certainly easier than cleaning a carpet and doesn't leave any incriminating evidence on their clothes."

"Yes, I can see that," Claire replied, as if they were discussing how to avoid a messy spill in the kitchen.

"Mind you, some boys do enjoy that, dominating their mothers and spilling their seed on their face. Seeing their mothers through the day, knowing they had marked them the night before, would make them feel very manly."

Joshi imagined letting his load loose on Claire's face and then his own mother's. As a result, he became quite uncomfortable as his flexing cock swelled, bending painfully in the confined space of his swimsuit. He stifled a groan and, moving his hands into position to lightly grip Claire's buttocks, pushed his thumbs between her cheeks and slid them up the length of her crack.

"Uhhh, huhhhh," Claire's acknowledgement turned into a long, two syllable sigh.

Joshi continued. "But once a mother lets her son do that it's hard to get them to quit unless they offer him another place to relieve himself."

Joshi stiffened, producing another painful lurch. He had pictured Nalini's plush ass and imagined his mother's too, both bent over, offering themselves to his throbbing, almost doubly bent member. His eyes focused on Claire's paler but equally beautiful ass and he centered his thumbs, then gently pulled Claire's cheeks apart to reveal her puckering rosebud. He gasped at the erotic beauty that lay before him. In a hoarse voice, he continued.

"What mother, Indian or not, wouldn't accommodate a son she had loved and cared for all his life."

Joshi looked down the beach, which had all but emptied as the sun settled. It was past supper time. He swung his right let over Claire and straddled her knees. Picking up the sun lotion, he squirted a liberal quantity on Claire's bare bottom and started rubbing it all over her ass.

"Joshi, no!"

"Everyone's gone," he husked. "We're alone."

Claire lifted her head to look down the beach but her view was unobscured by the log and the umbrella. Joshi checked again. The closest people were walking away, at least a hundred yards away, and the those beyond were gathering their things to leave. He may not have told the whole truth, but he wasn't far off.

"It's time to be a real mother, an Indian mother," Joshi rasped.

Faced with a momentous decision, one that would have lasting ramifications, Claire barely hesitated. She reached across to her bag and pulled it onto its side, her hand slipped inside and when it withdrew her hand, the pebble belt followed. Joshi showed even less hesitation. He grabbed the belt and immediately pressed the narrow end of the pear-shaped stone against Claire's winking pucker and pressed, steadily, until it popped inside.

"Unnghhh," Claire gasped.

Joshi didn't pause. Quickly, he moved the second stone into place and pushed. This one met with greater resistance but Joshi was unrelenting. He applied firm pressure until it, too, was forced inside Claire's sexy bottom.

"Unnnggghhhh," she cried.

Though impatient, Joshi knew he couldn't lose control. The third stone was pressed in more gently and he leaned over Claire's ass to kiss the small of he back, his nibbling lips sliding down her spine until his tongue flicked into the top of her rear crevice. He pushed on the base of the stone and grunted with pleasure when it suddenly gave way. Claire's hole remained slightly open this time, easily sucking in the string until the fourth stone was nestling at the start of the abyss. Gently, Joshi tugged the belt back until the third stone pressed against her gate but this time from the inside. Once, twice, three times, he applied gentle pressure, ripping a matching series of low moans from Claire's throat. Pleased with her response, he pushed the fourth stone forward until it nestled in her partly open gate.

"Oh, Joshi. No more, no more."

"Just two," he hissed between clenched teeth.

"No, just one. I can't take two."

"Two," he insisted, already pushing the fourth stone inside.

As soon as it was in, while Claire's growling grunt still echoed in his ears, Joshi began pressing in the fifth but its progress was challenging. Joshi had to retrieve it to anoint it with lotion and rub more around Claire's pulsing, gaping ring, then once more into the breach. While she lay gasping on the blanket, her ass responding to the heaving of her chest, Joshi prepared the sixth stone. This time there was no protest as he pressed its narrow tip, larger than the entire first stone, into her yawning hole.

"Last one," he whispered in the most loving voice he could muster.

Claire nodded, beads of sweat forming on her temple, and released a long moan as Joshi pushed, a moan that turned into a wail and ended in a whimper when that rock, too, improbably popped between her quivering cheeks. Joshi waited for his newly christened Hindu mother to get her ragged breath at least partly under control before tugging on the belt. Claire moaned so loud he snapped his head up to look down the beach. Fortunately, they were all alone. He tugged harder and Claire moaned louder, so he let the belt go slack.

"Are you ok?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes, yesss. Don't stop. Please," Claire cried.

Joshi pulled again, applying a gentle but increasing pressure. He swore he heard a loud popping sound as the stone exited but Claire's loud grunt drowned out any other sound.

"UNNNGGHHHHHH. Oh, god, oh god," she moaned.

Already, Joshi was applying pressure on the next rock. Claire's reaction was more tepid this time but she obviously still loved it, as she did for the next, and the next, until Joshi finally pulled the last stone free. He stared at her ass, cheeks shuddering around her gaping asshole. For a moment, he was unsure about what to do next. After all, Joshi was a virgin. The real McCoy.

Joshi rose up on his knees and, with a final look around, pushed his suit roughly down his legs, wincing as the waistband caught his stiff erection and dragged it painfully along until it snapped back like an oversprung diving board. He stared again at Claire's gaping ass, desperately craving the return of the stones and shivering in anticipation.

Joshi felt like ramming his cock in hard but instinctively held back, sensing the need to be gentle, to make her love to her ass this first time so she would never deny him. Even though he doubted she would, Joshi wasn't willing to take a chance that this would be the last time Claire would offer him her ass. Despite his overwhelming desire, he carefully nudged his long cock against her open pucker and pressed.

"Ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," Claire cried as his tip pierced her entrance.

Joshi kept the pressure up until her anal ring relaxed the little extra it need to allow his full entry. It was only seconds before her ass popped and swallowed his head. He paused to savor the moment, but only briefly. The hard part was done. His shaft was long but not thick so he slid slowly in and out, meeting little resistance. He was surprised after all he had read how easily Claire accommodated his long cock and how quickly he was able to mount a regular pace. He fucked her ass steadily to the sound of almost constant 'ohhhs' and 'ahhhs' and sometimes heavier but briefer grunts. This woman really liked it in the ass. Joshi wondered if all women secretly craved it in the ass.

Claire moved up onto her elbows and tucked her head down between her arms. She had pulled her dress up and held it bunched in a wad under her neck. Joshi suspected she was trying to look along her taut belly between her freely swinging breasts to watch his brown balls slapping against her ass. He loved the fleshiness of her buttocks. For a long cock like his, it afforded extra to squeeze her cheeks together, which he was now doing. He imagined a girl his age would have a less satisfying ass.

"Ohhh, uhhh, ohhh, uhhh, ahhh, unghhh..."

She was digging it so much he was really getting wound up. He didn't know how much longer he could go so he tried to think about cutting the lawn. The last thing he wanted to do was unload before she was done and leave her hanging. It wasn't working. This woman was just too exciting.

"Pinch my tits," she cried hoarsely.

Joshi laid his head on her heaving back and reached around to grasp her tits, his oily fingers squeezing over her slippery flesh until her nipples were between thumbs and forefingers. He pinched them and lunged into her ass.

"Ahhhh, gawd," Claire cried out loud in pain.

Immediately, Joshi slowed and penetrated her less deeply, hunching into her more gently. "Sorry," he gasped. "Sorry."

"No!" Claire cried. "My tits. Don't pinch so hard. Ohhhhhowwwhhhuhhhh. Keep moving... don't stop. Uhhh, uhhh... deeper.. yeah, yeah... harder."

Joshi cranked up his effort, shoving his cock in farther and harder than before, pausing briefly when it was in to the hilt. Claire was saying something but her words had deteriorated into gibberish. Joshi needed to finish. He rocked her forward, forcing her off her elbows and flat onto the blanket. Straddling her thighs with his, he spread her cheeks wide with his hands and started grinding his cock into her ass, alternating between holding her cheeks apart and shoving them together to envelop his shaft.

"Yeah... yeah... yeah," he huffed.

Claire was now emitting a constant groan, gasping for air and expelling it in a guttural expletive that was unintelligible with her face in the blanket. Joshi reach forward with one hand and, still lunging into her ass, pulled her head up by her hair. She became louder but he still couldn't understand her.

Joshi exploded in her ass and Claire began yowling, rapidly fucking his cock as his balls emptied and his thrusts lost power, milking every drop out of his heavy balls. He could hardly breathe. He relaxed his hold on Claire's shoulder-length red hair, allowing her face to rest sideways on the blanket. He kept straddling her thighs as her backward lunges slowed and finally stopped but her ass still clutched his cock and slowly twitched from side to side.

Claire mumbled, over and over, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."

Joshi looked around. It was dusk and he couldn't see very far down the beach. He sagged back in relief, causing his softening cock to wetly slide out of Claire's now gaping asshole with a sucking pop and accompanying moan from her. Joshi leaned forward, rubbing his hand up and down her spine, gently, lovingly. He didn't say anything but the forward motion made his cock slip down, scraping along her perineum and the bottom of a very wet pussy.

"Mmmmmmmm," Claire sighed.

Joshi rubbed his cock under her pussy several times but his cock simply wasn't up to it. It softened further despite the vision of her he conjured up in his mind, turned around, legs back to her shoulders, beckoning with smoldering eyes. Joshi collapsed onto Claire's back and started kissing her neck, getting her hair into his mouth. It tasted good and he didn't try to force it out. He slid his hands under her chest and, regaining her nipples, gently rolled them between his fingers.

"Mmmmmmmm," Claire repeated.

He tugged on her tits and pressed down on her ass, pushing her squishy cunt onto his long, flaccid cock. Claire pushed down even harder and started humping the blanket, his member trapped between.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, ohh, ohh, yeah, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhh."

Joshi knew she'd just had another orgasm. She felt so wonderful beneath him, ass pressing up and down, her moans and sighs devolving into a long purr. It was the first time he had ever caused a woman to come and he'd done it twice in the same fuck. Man, he loved this woman. He didn't want to ever give her up.

Eventually, Joshi slid to the side off Claire's back. Claire turned around and sat up. Her dress tried to fall to her waist but the front was caught on her still perky nipples. Joshi watched her wobbling breasts and stiff nipples defy the dress's attempt to cover her naked body.

"I like these," he said, slipping his hand under her arm to rub his palm across the underside of her breasts.

Claire laughed. "Not too small for you?" she asked.

"No way," Joshi said.

Claire brushed his hand away and pulled her dress down, then quickly slid her hand onto Joshi's still naked crotch, grasping his cock firmly in her hand.

"I like this," she said, "but I don't think I can take any more for at least a week." Claire rocked sideways on her butt, making a face like it was really sore. "I don't think it's a good idea for us to come here again." She giggled, then added, "No pun intended."

Joshi was too concerned with seeing her again to catch the joke. "We could tan in your backyard tomorrow," he suggested.

"Ok," Claire confirmed, canceling her objection.

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4. At Home that Night

Claire's husband bought her story about losing track of time because she and Nancy had found so much to talk about at the beach. It wasn't the first time she'd been late while out with Nancy, so Don just nodded and turned a deaf ear in the middle of her explanation. If Claire was going to continue her new hobby, she was going to have to think ahead. Jason had already gone out but had grumbled about having to eat what his father made for dinner.

When Jason came home later that night, Claire wanted to berate him about stiffing Joshi (bad choice of terms, she chuckled) three days in a row but she held her tongue until Don had gone upstairs to get ready for bed. She didn't want to get into an exchange about Joshi in front of her husband but as soon as he was gone her temper got the best of her and she laid into her son. It was several minutes before Jason could get a word in edgewise to defend himself. Evidently, there hadn't been any plans for Joshi to accompany them to the beach. They had gone to a party instead and Joshi had been invited but declined to go along.

Claire was stunned. What the fuck? Joshi had definitely played the part of the jilted friend. Replaying the scene in her mind, she realized Joshi had clearly used his supposed emotional injury to tug on her heart strings. She was still trying to get her confused mind around what was going on when Jason gave his mother a hug and kissed her goodnight, sensing he was now forgiven even though she seemed to be distracted. He followed his father upstairs to have an early night himself. His early night hadn't been of his choosing: his new girlfriend had drawn a line and wasn't allowing any trespass.

Claire's jaw was still open after Jason left. She stared at the floor, unseeing, holding herself steady with one hand stretched out to grasp the banister. She couldn't believe it. The little so and so. He had strung her a line and she'd gone for it, hook, line and sinker.

Joshi had seduced her! He had used her sympathy and her fascination with India, which he was well aware of and had, in fact, cultivated in her over the years with colorful stories. The manipulative little bastard!

She was surprised that she wasn't angrier. Indeed, she had to give him credit for her successful seduction. He was just a youngster yet he had executed her conquest well. That took guts and determination and must have been carefully planned which indicated a bit of an obsession with her. Claire couldn't help but be enormously flattered. She knew Joshi had had a thing for her for years — after all, she wasn't blind — but she had no idea how far it actually went. My god, she thought, how adroitly he achieved his seduction. He had turned from a sulking boy into confident male targeting his prey without raising any warning flags with her. Until now, she hadn't suspected the beach had been anything but a chance event. How could she have been so naive? Well, she knew the answer to that. She and Don hadn't had sex for so long because of his problem and his refusal to discuss it that she couldn't remember the last time she had felt sexy and attractive. Joshi certainly pressed those buttons in the right way.

And what incredible sex! She had never been attracted by anal sex, yet this boy had taken her ass cherry the first time he did her, on a public beach, no less. Just the thought of that magic fuck warmed her pussy again. Claire's anger was already dissipating and she knew that, even if she roasted Joshi's ass when she next saw him, she would find it hard to deny him. She knew he would try. Like a little boy, he would simply wait until she had finished chastising him. Claire knew if he touched her ass, no matter how casually, she would be lost. She'd probably yank her shorts off herself and sit on his lap. His slow seduction of her butt had unearthed a desire she didn't know she possessed but, now that it was uncovered, she needed to satisfy it.

Claire followed the rest of her family upstairs. She needed a rest but she was restless and couldn't sleep. She woke up several times to find her fingers inside her panties on a damp pussy. She must have been dreaming about that story Joshi had told her, or maybe about him slamming into her ass in the middle of the beach. God, she was so fucking horny. She looked at Don but he was sleeping soundly, oblivious to her need, not that there was anything he could do about it. It was going to be a long night.

Claire got up to visit the ensuite. Halfway there, she pulled her nightgown up and yanked her soaked panties down her legs, tossing them in the direction of the laundry hamper. She continued toward the bathroom but changed her mind because it wasn't fair to wake Don and she was afraid that once she sat down she wouldn't be able to keep her hand off her sex. How would she explain herself to Don if she woke him frigging herself in the john?

She turned away and made her way through the darkness out of her room and down the hall to the main upstairs bathroom. It was very dark for a summer night. Claire had to keep one hand on the wall as she felt her way down the hallway. She was so horny, she held her nightgown bunched up to her crotch, pressed in a tight ball against her damp, tingling pussy.

"Mom. Is that you?"

Jason's whisper scared the shit out of her. Claire was amazed she didn't cry out. Could he see her? Could he see her holding her nightgown in a ball over her crotch? No, she realized with relief. It was too dark. She peered into Jason's open doorway. His room was even darker, pitch black.

"Yes, honey" she replied. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I guess so," came the faint reply, followed by a sniffle.

Claire's motherly instincts took over. Her hand left the safety of the wall and she waved the other one in front of her, seeking Jason's door jamb.

"Are you sure, honey? You don't sound so good."

Claire found the door and she entered Jason's room, faltering steps bringing her closer to her son based on the memory of where his bed was. It didn't occur to her to turn on the light even though she knew the floor was likely littered with junk she could trip on. But the floor was unusually clear and she made it to the side of Jason's bed without incident. She kneeled down just as her son sniffled again. All her earlier anger had melted away. She reached out in the darkness where she knew the pillow would be and found her son's face. She cupped his cheek, fingers curling under his jaw, and kneeled beside his bed.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing," Jason whined.

"It's not nothing. Tell me what's wrong. I've told you before, you can always talk to me."

"Not about this," Jason whimpered.

"You can talk to me about anything," Claire countered, concerned.

"Not about this," Jason's whining persisted.

Claire's curiosity was piqued. "Please honey. I've told you before you can't hold things inside. You know you can trust me not to say anything to anyone." She paused while her mind tried to find a way to get Jason to open up. For such a popular boy, he was actually quite shy about personal things and she wasn't sure she could get him to talk. She was surprised when he spoke.

"It's about Donna."

"What about Donna?"

"I can't talk to you about it. Not this."

Jason sniffled again. What was that little bitch doing to her son? Claire's curiosity waned, replaced by anger redirected at Donna.

"I told you, you can talk to me about anything. I'm your mother." Claire's anger was apparent.

"Ok, but don't say anything to Dad," Jason insisted, agitated.

"I won't, honey," Claire assured him. It's just between you and me," she whispered, running her hand up and across his forehead the way she used to soothe away his worries when he was little.

"Okay."

Claire felt a pang in her heart at the paplable relief in his voice.

"What is it?" she whispered, urging him to confide in her.

"She won't... she won't..."

"She won't what?" Claire encouraged him.

"She won't... she won't... do anything about this," Jason whined.

His hand folded over hers and dragged it away from his face onto his chest, then down, brushing over his curly chest hair, lower, across his taut six-pack stomach, and onto... it. Her son was naked and had dragged her hand down to his cock.

Claire froze. What should she do? She didn't know what to do. Her hand was trapped, held firmly in place by Jason's grip, folding her fingers over the large head of his equipment which felt larger than Joshi's, definitely thicker. Claire's mind was reeling. Surely, this was accidental. Jason wasn't himself. He wasn't thinking straight, proabably didn't realize what he'd done. Her silence and inaction galvanized Jason.

"I told you. I told you I couldn't talk to you about this," he said, accusingly.

"No, you can," Claire finally managed to speak. "It's just that... it's just that you caught me off guard... you surprised me."

"Oh," Jason sounded mollified. "Then you'll help me, tell me what to do?"

"Sure honey," Claire's voice returned to its soft, soothing tone.

She tried to tug her hand away but Jason maintained his grip. Claire decided she needed to calm him down so his nerves weren't so intense and then, while still talking to him, quietly slip her hand away from his cock. He probably wasn't even aware of what he'd done and a few minutes of playing along might allow her to retrieve her hand without her son even knowing. She set out to calmly recover the situation.

"Well honey, girls usually need a little more time than guys. Maybe Donna is a bit more serious than the other girls you've been with so she wants to make sure you want to be with her before she gives too much away."

"Uh huh."

Claire sensed her son nodding as she spoke which was good except the motion made his hand, and hers with it, move slightly up and down on his semi-stiff member. She felt it expand in her grip. Oh God, he was getting harder.

"So, maybe if you show her that you have real feelings for her, she'll relax when she's with you."

"Uh huh."

Jason didn't sound convinced. He was a true male. Despite appearances, this new girlfriend seemed to be more innocent than the others Jason had brought home. God only knew what the ones he didn't bring home were like, given what she'd seen. Claire continued, making suggestions of what her son could do to make Donna more comfortable with him. To her dismay, Jason's hand movements didn't fade. In fact, they increased in length of stroke if not in frequency. It wasn't working. He must be simply thinking about how her suggestions would lead to what he wanted and imagining himself fucking the daylights out of Donna's stunning body.

Claire kept trying but Jason continued to swell until he was rock hard in her hand. Finally, his silhouette turned toward her. She had grown accustomed to the darkness, which didn't help the situation at all since she could now faintly see how large and sturdy her son's magnificent weapon really was. Claire realized she had to get her hand back even if she had to yank it away hard. She couldn't keep holding his cock. The feel of it, its very presence, was starting to have an effect on her, probably because she'd already been so horny when she came into his room and, as soon as she thought about how wrong it was to feel that way with her son, like those mothers in India, she began to get wet.

"I don't know what else to say, honey." Despite her feelings, she managed to keep her voice even.

"I know. I can see that everything you say is right. It's just that it hurts so much here."

Jason moved her hand down to the base of his shaft and then lower, onto his large balls.

Claire tried to remain calm, although his action left little doubt that he knew where he'd put her hand, and that rattled her.

"You'll just have to handle that yourself until you gain her trust," she said, struggling not to squeeze her son's balls like the muscles in her fingers were urging her to do.

"But you said you'd help me, Mom."

Jason's hand closed tighter over hers and her fingers finally got to squeeze his balls. They were firm and hot to the touch. Claire imagined them full of his powerful seed, swirling in a seething cauldron, ready to gush forth. Unconsciously, she squeezed her legs together and rubbed her thighs. God, how she would love to feel a big one like that between her legs, impaling her, reaching way, way inside her, spreading her like she'd never been spread before.

"I don't know what I can do, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?"

Claire sounded so calm, betraying nothing of the turmoil raging inside or the struggle to control the moan trying to escape from deep inside her abdomen. Jason turned onto his side but he kept Claire's hand firmly cupping his balls, then pushed it up until her fingers encircled his girth about half way up his shaft. His hips began to move, thrusting his cock between Claire's fingers.

"This," her son's thick voice husked.

Claire was speechless. Jason was pushing his cock back and forth between her encircling fingers, shoving its large head mere inches from her face as she kneeled beside his bed. She should have leapt to her feet and screamed for him to stop but all she did was watch the rapid approach and retreat of his bulbous sex, calmly noting how rigid it felt as it slipped through her fingers. Did those Indian mothers comfort their sons so dispassionately?

Jason was moving faster and his breathing was out of control. Claire knew he would come soon, all over her face if she didn't move or find something to cover it. She searched the floor around her with her free hand but couldn't feel any discarded clothing. She reached under his bed and that brought her face closer. As a result, Jason's cock bumped against her face several times in rapid succession.

"Yeah, oh yeah," Jason cried.

Claire thought about how Joshi had told her those Indian mothers would suck their sons to avoid cleaning up a mess. Should she do the same? Jason bumped against her a couple more times but before she could decide, his free hand suddenly appeared out of thin air on the back of Claire's head, pulling her face quickly forward onto the tip of her son's cock, already slippery with the precursor of his ejaculation. Bump, bump, bump. Claire tried to keep her lips pressed together but they were weaker than her fingers and, despite herself, her mouth opened, allowing Jason's turgid member inside. Several quick mini-thrusts were enough to coat her son's cock with her saliva.

"Oh man, yessss. Oh, yessss. Mom, I love you, love you," Jason cried, pushing his cock ever further into Claire's mouth, stretching her lips as if pushing a medium sized apple into it whole.

She tried to speak, tried to yell at her son, to scream for him to get it out of her face but it just turned into garbled sounds, sounding almost like she was gargling when his tip pulled back enough for air to rush into her throat but not so far that she could turn her ahead away and off his throbbing pole.

She gagged when he shoved it back in again and he pulled out to let her coughing spasm abate but was quickly back in before she recovered her senses enough to turn away. Jam, jam, jam. This wasn't a blow job, he was fucking her face, roughly. Claire saw no alternative but to let him finish. She realized he wasn't in control and that he was incapable of doing anything but fulfill his desperate need. She held her head still and even tilted forward so he could shove his cock into her more easily without scraping himself over her teeth.

He was done already, his spend filling her mouth and throat in great spurts, forcing her to swallow what she couldn't force out past her lips. The image Joshi had planted in her mind that afternoon of mothers preferring to swallow their son's jism to avoid a mess again leapt into her mind and she tried to suck his cum down rather than let it escape her lips. Jason was gasping for air and groaning loudly at the same time. God, what if he woke his father? Claire clamped her hand over his mouth and sucked his cock hard, trying to hurry the rest of his spend up his shaft. He needed to finish, he had to stop!

Finally, he was done. With one last gasp, Jason pulled away and twisted onto his back. Claire sat back on her haunches, gasping for air herself, cum dripping out of her mouth onto her nightgown. She turned her head toward her bedroom, listening intently for any sound. Satisfied there was no sign of her husband being awake, the anger began to build within her. She got to her feet and leaned over her son.

"What the fuck are you doing? Who the fuck do you think you are, you little shit?"

Claire spit the remaining cum out of her mouth onto her son's face. Anger surged again within her and she slapped him, striking his chest, shoulder, and head. Growing angrier with each slap, she leapt onto the bed and straddled him and, breathing in ragged gasps, she continued slapping her son, the blows now raining down accurately on his face.

Slap, slap, slap. Claire sobbed as she struck. She could feel him between her legs, still hard, his cock flopping from thigh to thigh. She reached down and smacked it, banging it back and forth, punishing it, hoping to beat it into submission. Jason didn't make a sound and he made no attempt to stop her slapping hands, either to his face or his stiff cock. Gradually, Claire's blows slowed and finally stopped. She sat panting atop her son.

Jason started to speak but she pressed her hand over his mouth. He began to raise his shoulders, trying to rise up toward her. Claire used both hands to vigorously cross check him back into place. His rising motion and her reaction trapped his hard cock underneath her nightgown, brushing past her inner thighs and onto her belly, the thighs that were still wet with the dampness of her pussy, wet from dreaming about Joshi, and from holding her son's cock.

Claire reached down, pulled up her nightgown with one hand and grasped Jason's big prick with the other. She'd wrench it off. Then he'd feel a new kind of pain. But it felt so hard, so strong, she couldn't let it go. Frantically, she willed her hand to release it but all it did was slide up and down the marble shaft, jacking him. Jason emitted a soft moan.

Claire stroked him with longer, harder strokes. Oh god. Please stop it. I can't do this.

But Claire couldn't stop. She was lost and she knew it and, though she finally managed to still her rebellious hand, Claire lifted up and, hovering briefly above her son, dropped down to envelop him. He was so thick! She strained to squeeze her pussy over his rod, replacing his desperate need with her own, filling her hot, steamy cunt with his blunt rod. It took long seconds to force him inside, he fit her so tightly, partly because of his girth and partly because of her long, involuntary abstinence. When she finally had him fully covered she threw her head back and emitted a long, low growl. Her hips began to churn and were soon gyrating ferociously. She was fucking her son, using him to bang herself!

Claire didn't take much longer than Jason to finish, her need was so great. She really let loose and when she felt her organism bolting through her pelvis and up her spine, she leaned forward and bit him on the neck, howling into his shoulder. When her hips were finally still, Claire climbed off her son with a dismissive sweep of her hands on his shoulders, as if to say, take that.

As she stumbled to the bathroom to clean herself up, Claire thought about what Joshi had said about the fathers turning a blind eye and deaf ear to what was going on in their own houses. She couldn't help thinking, if Don wasn't such a deep sleeper, would he similarly pretend that all was well and fine in the Kendriks household?

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5. At Home the Next Morning

Claire waited patiently for Don to leave the next morning. Jason had waited until his father was in the kitchen before coming in to eat himself. He was abnormally quiet and finished his cereal quickly, rushing to get out but unable to before his mother spoke in that quiet voice that experience had taught him must be heeded.

"I want to talk to you before you leave."

Jason waited nervously in the doorway.

"I'll come up to your room," Claire said, dismissing him.

After he was gone, Don asked, "What's he done now?"

"Nothing," Claire said quietly, picking up a piece of toast and spreading crab apple jelly over it.

"Was it something really bad?"

"No. Nothing you need to worry about."

Don got up. Ready to leave, he stooped in front of Claire and kissed the top of her head.

"Go easy on him. He's our only son, remember. It's too late to get another one now," Don laughed.

I'm a little too full of sons right now, Claire thought. A moment later, she laughed at her thought. Too true, she laughed out loud. On that note, Claire pushed her chair back and started up the stairs, jellied toast in one hand, in no particular hurry but wearing a purposeful look on her face and walking with firm steps.

Jason was surprised when she walked into his room even though he was expecting her. He was lying on his bed, hands behind his head. When she appeared in the doorway, Jason pulled his hands free and started to get up but Claire motioned for him to stay where he was. She walked to the end of the bed and stood, looking down at her son. Jason started to speak.

"Mom, I..."

Claire waved a silent command, effectively... shut up.

Jason leaned back into the pillow and waited anxiously for her to speak.

With one hand on her hip, Claire raised the other to take a bite of her toast.

"I like crab apple," she said. "You don't like it, do you?"

"Mom, about..."

Again, Claire impatiently waved him into silence. Jason was getting very nervous. This behavior was quite odd for his mom. She took a bite of the toast, a slow bite with her tongue first flicking out to taste the jelly and retracting once a small glob had been captured. She made a show of enjoying it. Her leg lifted and she placed her knee onto the end of his bed, then looked steadily at the front of his shorts.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No," Jason replied, getting more uncomfortable by the minute.

"Only when you think about Donna?"

Jason nodded. "Yes."

"Aren't you thnking about her now? It looks like you are."

Jason was swelling in his shorts but not because of Donna. Rather, it was the way his mother was staring at him and flicking her tongue around the tiny piece of toast she still held in her fingers.

"I'm not," Jason shook his head. He meant it. At that moment, Donna was the farthest thing from his mind.

"I don't believe you. It looks like it's still sore. Let me see it," Claire said.

"Mom, it's ok, really."

"I said let me see," Claire insisted.

Reluctantly, only because his mother was acting so weird, Jason pushed his shorts down. His erection, now fully formed, sprang free as soon as the waistband cleared his hips. Claire swung her other knee onto the bed and crab-walked outside his legs up to his knees. She popped the last bit of toast into her mouth and, while she chewed, looked intently at her son's proud cock, wavering before her.

"You can't go to work like that, honey. Look how sore it is."

"Sore?" Jason asked, confused.

"Yes. It's all swollen. You'll have to be a little late for work."

Claire moved forward until she was straddling Jason's hips. His cock nestled on her dress between her thighs. Slowly, Claire pulled her skirt up, baring her legs, until the dress was bunched up in front of her belly. She had smiled and locked her eyes on his as he watched the skirt progress up her thighs, then laughed softly when he realized she wasn't wearing panties. She could almost see the reflection of her soft reddish fur in his eyes.

"Poor baby," Claire cooed, moving forward, raising her hips to hoist herself above his thickness. "Mommy will take care of you."

She sank down onto her son. Only when he was firmly ensconced within her, embedded so deep she could feel his balls pushing against her hind lips, did she speak again.

"Feel a little better already?" she purred.

"Yeah... yeah," Jason's hips lurched upward, forcing himself even deeper inside his mother.

"That's it baby. Heal yourself."

Jason tried very hard to heal himself. Several times, he almost bucked Claire clear off the bed but she hung on, gripping his sides with her knees as if she was riding a bronco and leaning low over his torso. In the end, she had to slip her hands under his muscular shoulders and hang on for dear life.

When they were done and Claire had recaptured her breath, Jason, still hard, tried to turn her over onto her back for another go but she refused him. Instead, she raised her hips until only his tip was still inside her, then twisted and squeezed his knob, a teasing smirk written on her face until her mouth dropped open as her actions were recorded by her own nerves.

"Don't be late for breakfast tomorrow," Claire warned before pulling off her son with wet, sucking sound.

Claire got off the bed and walked out of Jason's room. She couldn't believe what she'd just done. Last night had been spur of the moment but this, this didn't have to happen at all. She had purposely gone into her son's room to get fucked. She should have been disgusted with her behavior but she wasn't. Instead, she felt empowered and sexually alive from head to toe. She didn't even feel like she was cheating on Don since he couldn't get it up anyway. And Joshi, well, he had tricked her and she wasn't sure what she was going to do about that. As for Jason, that was absolutely wrong on several fronts but she had thoroughly enjoyed herself and it amazed her that she felt no remorse. Instead, she felt liberated. Had she stumbled onto the secret of why Hindu women did what they did, under the pretense of duty to the family? Maybe, but unlike those women in India, Claire was going to be in full control. She was too giddy from the thrilling discovery of her pussy power to do anything else.

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6. At Home in the Afternoon

Joshi arrived later that day, carrying his beach stuff, ready to tan in Claire's back yard. He knew the yard was large but private, surrounded as it was with tall cedar hedges, and his cock tingled in anticipation. Claire teased Joshi by making him have lunch with her first. She fluttered around the kitchen in a light orange pastel t-shirt that clung to her medium sized breasts, nipples atop braless breasts making their presence well known. Across a short span of tanned belly her too-small shorts, salvaged from the back of a lower drawer that morning, competed successfully in drawing Joshi's eager eyes to similarly sexy lumps of covered flesh whenever Claire turned around. Her legs, freshly oiled just before noon, glistened in the early afternoon sunlight filtering through the window, highlighting the contours of her muscles, perfectly tensed by the lightly heeled sandals on her feet.

All in all, a very simple yet sexy outfit but it wasn't just the clothes that made Claire so appealing. The greater effect was delivered by the raw sexuality exuding from every pore of her skin, a purely feminine energy that had been slowly building ever since she walked away from her son's bed, her sashaying butt ensuring he wouldn't be able to spend a single moment that day not thinking about his mother in ways society would strongly disapprove.

Claire was aware of the tremendous transition she had experienced in the space of three short days but spent little time wondering how or why it had happened. She was enjoying herself too much riding the whirlwind to ruin it. Too much time in her life had been wasted analyzing life rather than living it and that was all she was concerned about now — living, sensing, and breathing life itself. Claire could hardly contain the sexual power surging within her body and, rather than serioiusly trying to stifle it, she could hardly wait to unleash it. She chuckled to herself. Poor Joshi was hoping to get fucked. He was about to be devoured.

Claire placed a sandwich in front Joshi and a small plate of fruit and vegetables in front of herself. He was sitting on one of the tall kitchen stools but Claire sat on the stool beside him, hooking her foot in the lower rung of his chair. She flicked the hair away from her shoulder and leaned back, shaking her head to free any remaining strands from her t-shirt, noting how Joshi's eyes glued onto the points where her nipples strained against the pastel cotton shirt. She stilled her head and held her arching back in a long stretch, sighing when she finally relaxed her muscles.

"Do you think women are sexier in India?" she asked, shaking pepper onto the tomato halves on her plate.

Joshi shook his head, eyes following the tomato as Claire lifted it to her mouth and bit down on it, allowing the juice to trickle from the corners of her mouth onto her chin. She sucked in her breath, trying to recover the red juice but some managed to fall onto her t-shirt just above her right nipple.

Claire flashed her eyes at Joshi, "Oops." She didn't make any effort to wipe up the spreading juice. In fact, when she took another bite, she allowed more to dribble down her chin and fall onto her shirt, this time striking its target dead on.

"Tell me about your mother."

Joshi didn't want to talk. He wanted to look. But he wasn't going to deny this woman anything, not as long as she allowed him to stay. Joshi described his mother, her flair for modern, western fashion but also her reserved manner. His eyes followed the trickle of juice that wound its way down Claire's neck as she finished the other half of the tomato as sloppily as she eaten the first.

"Joshi, I know she's very pretty and well dressed. I want you to tell me why you think she's so sexy. ... Don't try to deny it. I know you do. Tell me about a few times when you found her especially attractive."

Joshi tried to remember a few things about his mother. It was true. Despite using his mother and aunt as a ploy to seduce Claire, Joshi did have a few memories of sexual attraction to his mother. He started to tell her about the earliest incident he could remember, the first time he had seen his mother's breasts when she began to undress as she walked upstairs, unaware of his presence, but Claire interrupted him.

"Gosh, these shorts are so tight."

Claire's fingers found the button at the front of her shorts and eased it undone. Immediately, the delicate zipper parted, revealing tufts of her soft red pubic hair since she wasn't wearing anything under the thin cotton shorts. Joshi's cock began to unlimber in his own shorts like a mysterious snake creeping under cover closer to its prey. Claire picked up the peeled orange and bit into it.

"Have you ever seen her in her panties?"

Claire's free hand rested on her thigh, near the open V of her shorts. Her long fingers scratched slowly along the base of the zipper.

Joshi nodded.

"Tell me," Claire whispered, before biting into the orange again.

So Joshi told Claire how he had installed a tiny, wireless remote camera in his mother's bedroom to record her movement while she undressed every night and dressed each morning. This wasn't bullshit, it was true, and Joshi couldn't believe he was confiding in Claire yet he felt compelled to divulge increasingly intimate descriptions of his mothers legs and ass the more he talked.

Suddenly, Claire stopped him, dropping the hand that had held the orange onto his.

"So, you've seen her ass, haven't you?"

Joshi nodded.

"Say it," Claire demanded, leaning toward him and laying her other hand on Joshi's shorts, fingers lightly brushing over his erection.

"I've seen my mother's ass," Joshi said quietly, then repeated it in a louder voice. "I've seen my mother's bare ass."

"And you liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes," Joshi admitted quietly.

"Is it like mine?"

"Yes," Joshi said in a barely audible whisper.

"Except it's brown."

"Yes, it's brown," Joshi confirmed.

"And you want it, don't you?"

"Yes," Joshi affirmed, louder.

"Because it's your mother's, right?"

"Yes!" Joshi almost yelled.

Claire laughed. "Calm down, tiger. I'm just teasing you. Come with me."

Claire grabbed Joshi by the hand and led him away. He hadn't taken a single bite of his sandwich. She led Joshi upstairs, stopping to pick up his pack on the way. Joshi's eyes were glued to her ass all the way up the stairs. She pulled him into her room and led him toward the bed. There was a set of pillows stacked up in the middle of the mattress, slightly closer to the head than the foot of the bed. Claire sat on the edge of the bed and Joshi stood in front of her.

"Take off my sandals," she said.

Dutifully, Joshi kneeled before her and slipped the sandals off Claire's feet.

"Did you think you were going to get something today?"

Joshi was confused by her suddenly harsh tone. He shook his head though it was obvious he was lying.

"Do you think women get off on hearing about another woman's ass?"

Joshi didn't know what to think. He had handled this woman so well the past few days and now he couldn't predict her, couldn't even understand why she was upset. Fear loomed within him. Mental fear. Pure dread that all his work was suddenly, inconceivably lost.

Claire chuckled softly and reached out to tussle his hair. She reached down to grasp the base of her t-shirt and quickly pulled it over her head, tossing it aside to the floor. Joshi's shocked eyes bounced in time with her jostling breasts.

"Did you pretend this was your mother's ass yesterday?" she twisted her hip up and lightly slapped her flank.

Joshi shook his head vehemently. "No," he denied.

"No?" Claire said. "Then you don't want to pretend again today?" she teased.

Joshi was so confused, he didn't know if he was coming or going. Is that what she wanted, for him to pretend he was fucking his mother's ass? Had she imagined it was Jason and not him reaming her butt? Was this all a charade to exercise forbidden fantasies?

"Yes," Joshi replied. "I want to pretend again."

"Pretend what?" Claire teased.

"That your ass is my mother's," Joshi croaked.

"You have to pay for the privilege this time," Claire husked.

Grasping Joshi's head, she abruptly pulled his face between her thighs and onto her unzipped shorts.

Joshi didn't object. Keeping his head in place, he yanked Claire's shorts down her legs and over her knees. Claire squealed in delight at his eagerness. She laughed as he struggled to get the shorts off her feet and virtually dove back between her thighs. His mouth was quickly on her, his tongue delving between her secret lips, seeking the entrance to her shrine and, finding it, filling her cunt with hot, squirmy, wet tongue.

"Oh, yeah," Claire gasped.

She wrapped her arms around his head and squeezed it toward her, half standing and bucking her hips, mashing her pussy against his face, her mouth dropping open to release a long, guttural growl. She stood in a crouch, planted her feet and braced her calves against the bed, grabbed his hair and started fucking his young face. So you tricked me with your stories, hey? Well, now time to pay the piper.

Claire's thighs churned around Joshi's head which was forced awkwardly back as she dominated his face. She loved the feel of his tongue inside her but wasn't concerned when her hips bucked so violently that it was jerked out of her pussy. She enjoyed rubbing her juice all over his lying face even more. When she was done with him there would be a herd of cats chasing him down the street. She laughed aloud at her gross humor and rubbed her muff extra hard on his nose.

This was another new experience for Claire. Normally, she was a gentle, considerate, accommodating lover. That she would get off jamming her pussy hard on a man's face, totally unconcerned with his comfort, not only thrilled her, it shocked her; but such thoughts did not abate Claire's rough attack. She gripped Joshi's hair tighter and stepped forward, tilting his head even further and dragging him onto his back on the carpet. Immediately, she pounced on his face and started gouging her pussy along his nose. Her furiously bucking hips increased to a frenetic pace and her moaning rose in volume and tone, until suddenly, she loosed a wild wail that echoed through the house. Claire's hips slowed and finally stopped. She got up and, standing unsteadily, looked down at Joshi's gasping body, his face covered in her slime.

"Just in case you dream of coming on your mother's face, that's what feels like," she snapped.

Claire stomped past Joshi to the bathroom but returned a few seconds later. Walking past Joshi's still heaving form, she dropped a tube onto his chest and proceeded to the bed where she crawled onto the stacked pillows, stomach down, ass up.

Turning back to look at Joshi, she husked in a soft, womanly voice, "Your turn, baby."

Joshi sat up and stared at the inviting picture of Claire's ass and widely spread legs, his head still reeling from the vehemence of her savage attack. Now she was offering retribution? It didn't make any sense.

Numbly, he stared at the tube that had tumbled from his stomach onto the floor as he had sat up to look at the bed. He picked it up. Lubricating gel. Joshi pulled his t-shirt over his head, far less efficiently than Claire had removed her own. He pushed his shorts down and stumbled as he tried to get them over his shoes, banging his face against the edge of the bed. On the floor again, he pushed his runners off, one sock managing to stay partly on, stood up and squirted gel on his long, hard cock, sticking straight out in front of him like a steel bar. He clambered onto the bed, angled himself between Claire's legs and squirted gobs of gel along her crack and a few strings on her cheeks for good measure. He leaned close, rested his hand on the top of her buttocks and guided his cock toward her hole.

Gently, Joshi nudged his slippery tool between Claire's cheeks, rubbing it up and down, parting her shadowy furrow. The feel of her slippery flesh almost made him come but he willed his cock to hold its fire. It was the weapon of his revenge and needed to be controlled. Joshi rubbed his cockhead up and down between Claire's cheeks until he heard her first sigh, then found her wrinkly scrunchy and pressed softly until the head popped inside. Once there, with the instinct of a true son from the land of Gandhi, he held still.

This is how you fight aggression, Joshi thought. With tenderness.

The only movement Joshi's cock made in Claire's ass was the involuntary response to his own ragged breathing. Claire's body shuddered with expectation, bracing for a sudden, merciless plunge into her butt but, despite an almost irresistible urge to punish her for her recent treatment, Joshi held firm.

Claire released a long sigh, "Mmmmmmmmm."

As she exhaled, her ass moved and tightened on Joshi's cock. It felt divine. Still, he didn't respond.

"Move," Claire instructed.

Joshi was silent.

Claire held still but it was a standoff briefly held

She sighed again, "Mmmmmmmmmm," her ass clenching his cock in a series of quivering clutches.

Joshi couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not. He dropped his hands to his hips to help maintain his disciplined restraint.

"It's ok," Claire whispered. "You can get me back. I don't mind," she encouraged him.

With enormous stoicism, Joshi held his ground. After a moment, Claire released another long sigh and, almost imperceptibly, pushed back onto his cock. Joshi pulled his hands around to clench his butt to ensure his cock didn't respond.

Another half a minute passed.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Claire murmured.

Another push. Joshi screamed to himself as Claire's anal ring chafed half an inch down his shaft. He dug his nails into his ass, clutching his cheeks, holding himself back from the vigorous lunge he so wanted to deliver.

"Ohhhhh," she cried.

Joshi bit his lip so hard he could taste the blood.

Claire slid back another inch and released a loud purr, "Bdbddbddbdddbddddbdddd."

Joshi's head jerked as his tongue was caught between the closing teeth of his left jaw. Fuck that hurt.

Chafing, chafing, Claire's ass was pushing steadily back on his shaft, burying him deep in her ass. Oh, god, it was so fucking fantastic. So tight, sliding on his shaft like a tight rubber glove. Joshi was about to be ruined forever. He had never been inside a woman's pussy and he couldn't imagine it could feel better than this. What could grip and squeeze like this? He was amazed that his hips were still. He pulled his right hand up to his mouth and bit his curled index finger as Claire pushed her ass back until he was buried to his root.

Joshi had won. He had held his ground and made her come to him. Elation surged throughout his body.

"Oh, Joshi," Claire mewed. "You feel so big. Fuck me, fuck my ass."

Claire's butt began moving on Joshi's cock, pulling away an inch and shoving back, then pulling off a fraction of an inch more and returning to his root with a flourish, again and again, until she was moving steadily all the way up his shaft, each time threatening to come off his thicker head but never quite doing so. Joshi groaned. So fucking good. He couldn't help himself. He pushed in as she returned, bumping her butt when she hit home. Once, twice, three times. What an amazing ass!

"Oh, baby. That's it. Please fuck my ass. Please," Claire begged.

Joshi pushed harder, slapping his pelvis against Claire's ass. Yes, yes, this was so good, he thought. I'll let you have it now. I've shown my control, but now I'm going to let you have it. Unexpectedly, he jammed hard into her ass on the next return.

"Oh, gawd. Yes. Like that. Fuck it good. Fuck Mommy's ass."

What? What did she say?

Joshi's hips were moving in time with Claire's. Bang, bang. The flesh moved in waves over her hips as he slammed his cock home.

Mommy? Did she say Mommy?

Joshi looked down at Claire's back hunched over the pillows, hair in wild disarray, butt hunching up to meet his thrusts. Her hair looked strangely dark in the bedroom light yet it was only mid-afternoon. Joshi peered closely, confused, his hips moving automatically. Her skin seemed darker. It looked brown!

"That's it," Claire cooed. "Fuck it. Fuck Mommy's ass!"

Joshi tried to stop but he couldn't. Instead, he shoved Claire forward, grasped her hips and lifted her ass up before plunging in to the hilt. Lifting almost completely out, he literally dropped himself on her ass.

"Gawd, yeah. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it..."

Joshi did. He pulled all the way out and hovered, fascinated by her gaping, puckering hole, then drove himself back in, surprised by how easily he sank into her abyss, marveling at the lewd sucking sound when he popped out, then dropped in again and started furiously fucking her brown ass, his mother's brown ass!

Joshi lost control completely. He was slipping and sliding around on Claire's ass, lunging in, no longer able to pull completely off as her butt rose up to meet his every thrust. He tried to lift her head to confirm her identity but she kept it tucked into the mattress. Even so, he could hear her laughing. She was fucking his cock with her ass and laughing. Joshi gritted his teeth and pummeled her butt.

He was coming. Hard, really hard, blasting huge spurts, then nothing but his hips couldn't stop convulsing. He kept fucking her, fucking Claire's ass, but in his mind, it was his mother's.

"Whoa. Whoa boy. ... Stop ... It's ok. Slow down." Claire reached back and sunk her nails into Joshi's flesh.

Slowly, Joshi managed to get control and eventually stopped, his cock still embedded in Claire's ass.

"Holy shit, tiger," Claire gasped.

Sweating profusely, gasping for air, Joshi looked at Claire, dazed. The pillows were gone, long gone, knocked away in the turbulence of their wild, flailing fuck.

Claire was still laughing but it was soft now and comforting, no longer taunting.

"Liked that, didn't you?"

"Yes," Joshi confirmed, shifting his eyes down to Claire's white ass, mildly surprised that it wasn't brown.

"Want me to play 'Mommy' again sometime?"

Joshi sighed, admitting defeat. "Yes," he said.

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7. The Joy of Communication

After she dismissed Joshi, Claire had a long, sudsy bath. Exiting the ensuite, still toweling her hair, she turned and walked totally nude to Jason's room. She had been thinking about their morning tryst and wanted to visit the scene of the crime before getting dressed. It seemed appropriate to go naked. Claire gazed at the bed for several minutes, savoring the glow in her loins as it grew, tentative at first but increasingly steady. At the first throb, she quickly wrapped the towel around her torso and turned to leave but went to Jason's desk instead of the door. Slowly stretching out her hand, she shook the mouse and the screen sprang to life.

Understanding why her body had unconsciously brought her to the computer, Claire sought out the Facebook icon on the desktop and double clicked it. Another click and she was in. Jason had left himself logged in.

Quickly, Claire sought out the private messages between Joshi and her son. She wanted to confirm her son's claim that Joshi had been invited but declined to come along and had then pretended that Jason had left him behind. Despite her confidence in her woman's intuition, she realized that at this point she had acted on a suspicion that may actually be unwarranted. The duplicity she found did more than confirm her suspicion.

The night before the first day at the beach:

Jason: Come on, man. You said you'd do it.

Joshi: I was joking and you know it.

Jason: Well I wasn't.

Joshi: How am I supposed to do it. I'll feel like such a tit.

Jason: Just start talking about India. You know how much she likes everything about India.

Joshi: Yeah right. 'Oh, did you hear about the latest Bollywood movie, Hindu Mom's Suck Their Sons'?

Jason: Fuck off. You know what I mean. Just talk about India in the old days and say something about the women. She'll start asking questions and then slip it in.

Joshi: How?

Jason: Just something simple, like 'In India, the relation between men and their mothers is special, at least it was in the old days.' She'll want to know what you mean and you act like it was a mistake and that you don't want to talk about it.

Joshi: She isn't going to believe that. She isn't stupid.

Jason: Sure she will. She hates secrets and if she thinks you're hiding something about India, she'll wheedle it out of you. Just let her talk herself into it and reel her in with a little tidbit at a time. She'll lap it up and won't suspect anything.

Joshi: I don't know...

Jason: Come on, man. You can do it. I need you to set her up for me. I know I can get her if she's primed. I haven't heard Dad fuck her for at least three years. She's ready for it, and if she thinks other mothers do it, she might let it happen.

Joshi: It's too risky. If I blow it, she'll think I'm a real creep.

Jason: No she won't. You're her favorite. You're the only friend I've ever had that she really likes. She'd never think you meant anything wrong.

Joshi: So what's in it for me? I'm taking all the risk for nothing.

Jason: I'll tell her I want to go to Inda and you're going to come with me as a guide. She'll give us her blessing and that will convince your Mom to let you go. Then we'll visit that aunt you're got the hots for.

Joshi: Alright. But at the first sign that she's pissed, I'm dropping it.

Jason: She won't be pissed.

Joshi: I'm just saying if she gets uncomfortable, I'm done and you still have say you want to go to India.

Jason: Deal. Maybe we can work something out with your 'oh so hot' aunt.

Joshi: No fucking way. Whether this works or not, you do the same workup with my aunt, but she's all mine, just like your mom's yours.

Jason: Deal.

Joshi: Deal.

Claire had mixed feelings about this exchange. Though appalled by the devious planning she found Joshi's respect for her intelligence and consideration for her feelings rather touching and she was both thrilled and dismayed by Jason's raw desire to 'get' her. Every part of her mind, however, was in agreement that both boys were in for a comeuppance. She wasn't sure what form it would take but she was convinced it was due.

The night after the first day at the beach:

Jason: What happened?

Joshi: I dropped around your place and said we were supposed to go to the beach. She thought you'd left me behind and took me to the beach to look for you.

Jason: Momma's boy. You always were her favorite.

Joshi: F-you.

Jason: So, did you do it?

Joshi: Yeah. You owe me.

Jason: Did she freak out?

Joshi: No, but I didn't get very far.

Jason: What do you mean, not very far?

Joshi: Well, I just talked about India a lot and then a bit about how women look at being a mother differently than they do here.

Jason: That's it? That's all?

Joshi: What did you want me to say, that women in India are really horny and like to fuck their sons?

Jason: Fuck off. You could have done more that say they're different.

Joshi: To you too. I did say more than that. I told her a story about my aunt. I made up a bunch of bullshit about how she does things for my cousin so he doesn't get a girl in a bad way.

Jason: Did she believe it?

Joshi: Yeah, she was fascinated. Tomorrow, I'll drop around and see if she'll go to the beach again.

Jason: She won't go again.

Joshi: I bet she will. I think she's hooked. If she does, I'll tell her some juicy details.

Jason: Man if this works. Fuck, that would be great. I'll really owe you.

Joshi: You bet you will!

Claire's mouth actually dropped open. The Machiavellian little bastards! They were planning her minipulation without any sign of remorse. They were only excited about the potential rewards. And Joshi was acting like nothing had happened that first day on the beach, that all he did was tell her a story! Claire thought back, remembering what had really happened. Joshi had felt her up, especially her ass, and had actually stuck his finger in her butt, none of which he told Jason. This kid was a real player, playing her and her son at the same time.

She moved on to read the exchange after the following night.

Jason: So? Spill it. I know Mom went to the beach with you again. Is she ready?

Joshi: Slow down man. I can't do it all at once, but she's closer. I dropped some juicy details about my aunt doing stuff with my cousin. I think she really dug it because she turned over to lie on her stomach and I kept talking. I mean, it was a lot easier to say stuff when she wasn't looking at me. I said some really racy stuff.

Jason: Like what?

Joshi: Well, I told her about how my cousin started my aunt up and she let him. That's when she turned over. I was just going to say that she actually touched his thing but she seemed to be getting off on it so I told her he just put his cock in her hand and she started jacking him off like it was a natural thing to do.

Jason: Really?

Joshi: Get real. I was making it up.

Jason: I mean, that Mom was getting off when you said it. How do you know?

Joshi: Well she got all quiet but she started breathing faster and she was scrunching her butt into the blanket.

Jason: Oh, man. Fuck. I wish I was there to see that.

Joshi: It was pretty special. She's got a nice one and with her eyes closed, I had all the time in the world to check it out.

Jason: Hey, lay off my mom's ass. It's mine.

Joshi: I was just joking. Anyway, I started whispering to her and, with her breathing and all that, I got carried away and made the story way hotter than I meant to. I told her that my aunt jacked my cousin off and he got too excited and came almost right away ... in her face.

Jason: You said that and she didn't freak out?

Joshi: Yeah, really. Not only did she not freak out, I think she got off.

Jason: You mean she came?

Joshi: Yeah. She was digging into the blanket like she forgot I was there. It was really hot so I told her that he came in her face and that's when she started almost humping the blanket. It was awesome.

Jason: She came when you told her about your cousin coming in his mom's face?

Joshi: Yeah. As soon as I said he spunked her face, she jammed her pussy into the blanket and came.

Jason: Awesome man. You did it. You're the man. I'm in. Huahhh.

Joshi: You better give me another day just to make sure she's ready. You don't want to blow it.

Jason: No, actually, I do want her to blow it. lol. Yeah, I know what you mean. Ok. Hey, did you really say he spunked her face?

Joshi: Yeah. I couldn't believe it myself, it just came out of my mouth, but you should have seen her ass scrunching into that blanket.

Jason: I can't believe she did that on the beach. Hey, you keep your eyes off my mom's ass. It's mine. Thanks to you, but remember, it's still mine.

Joshi: Alright, alright. Talk to you tomorrow.

Jason: Yo.

Claire noted that Joshi hadn't said anything about the belt, let alone that he had used it to play with her pussy, or about her jacking him off and letting him come, or should she say spunk, all over her belly. Joshi had felt her up more than she'd every been felt up before and he hadn't said a word about it to Jason. Jason thought Joshi was trying to set him up to get into her pants but the whole time Joshi was feeding her son a line of bullshit while he was almost doing what Jason wanted to do. Everyone was close to getting fucked except Jason who had initiated the whole underhanded affair. Claire was flattered that her son was enamored with her but horrified that he was being played for a fool. Nevertheless, she also felt it was partly justified given Jason's own trickery. In spite of everything, being the only one privy to the whole story was delicious.

Claire read on to see what was said after that third day at the beach.

Joshi: I think she's ready for you.

Jason: Great. What makes you so sure?

Joshi: Well, today she got onto her stomach as soon as she stripped down to her bikini.

Jason: Mom wore a bikini?

Joshi: Yeah, which was great. Anyway, like I was saying, as we walked down the beach, I said there was more to the story about my cousin and my aunt. When we got to our spot, way down by the rocks, pretty much by ourselves, she got down on the blanket and onto her stomach right away like she could hardly wait to hear more. I started talking right away. I told her that my cousin actually had sex with his mom. You should have seen her reaction.

Jason: What? What did she do?

Joshi: She put both arms underneath herself.

Jason: So?

Joshi: Well, her hands were down... you know... there.

Jason: No shit?

Joshi: Yup. I told her that my aunt came to my cousin's room after everyone else had gone to sleep. He was still awake so she joined him on his bed, lying next to him, and started saying how what had happened had been a big mistake, that she just meant to console him. Ravinder listened and nodded, acting like he understood and agreed, but he pulled his cock out of his underwear and let it dangle there while she talked. He ignored it and she tried to too but he could see she kept glancing at it which made him get hard. The more she peeked, the harder he got, and the more she looked. Finally, he just grabbed her hand and put it on his cock, asking her a question at the same time to distract her.

Jason: Did it work?

Joshi: Yeah. She just held it and kept talking.

Jason: What am I saying. This is just bullshit, right? You just made it up.

Joshi: No. My aunt really did this with my cousin. Now she let's him touch her up and she jacks him off while he does it.

Jason: Lucky bastard.

Joshi: You got that right. So, anyway, Aunt Nalini is yacking away, holding his cock, and Ravinder starts pushing it through her fingers. He was afraid that would be too much but she just starting jacking him while he humped her hand.

Jason: No shit?

Joshi: Yeah. So I'm telling this to our mom...

Jason: My mom.

Joshi: Yeah, your mom. I'm telling her how he's fucking her hand and she starts humping hers. Just a little, but she was doing it. I described what my cousin and aunt were doing in great detail, even about how they were breathing. Then I told her he just reached out, all of a sudden like, and put his hand between her legs. She didn't do anything so a few seconds later he moved it up to cup her pusssy. Well, your mom started humping her hand faster and kept doing it while I told her how he kept rubbing and rubbing her snatch. Finally, I told her Ravinder moved my aunt's panties to one side and put his fingers in her cunt.

Jason: You said 'cunt'?

Joshi: Yeah. It just came out. I didn't mean to but she didn't care so I told her how he fingered her and then I did it.

Jason: Did what?

Joshi: I touched her ass.

Jason: You didn't. Hey asshole, she's my mom, not yours.

Joshi: I know. Don't freak out. I had to know if she would let someone touch her. She must have been imagining that she was my aunt and you were fingering her so I put my hand on her ass, at the bottom near her legs, and she let me do it.

Jason: You didn't try to finger her? You better not have.

Joshi: No, no. I just kept my hand there and she let me while she kept humping hers. She's ready man. If it had been you there, I think you could have fingered her, or maybe even more.

Jason: Man, oh man, that's fucking fantastic! Are you sure?

Joshi: Definitely. I told her that Ravinder eventually pushed my aunt on her back and pulled her panties off, then got between her legs and fucked her. I made it all up. She never did let him fuck her. Anyway, your mom started really going at her hand. She really needs it man. I checked her out and she was really wet.

Jason: You what?

Joshi: I wanted to make sure she was ready for you so I just pushed my hand between her legs for a few seconds and she bumped her pussy back against it. Her bikini was soaked. I'm sure that if I was you, I could have stuck my cock in her right there on the beach.

Jason: Fucking A!

Joshi: She's yours man. You just have to get her into your room and make a move.

Jason: How?

Joshi: I don't know. Just get her into your room and let her see your cock. It's a big one. Keep her talking about something. If she doesn't freak out and leave just wait a bit and then put her hand on it like Ravinder did. If she doesn't pull her hand away, you're got her. She's like pussy in your hands, lol.

Jason: Yeah, hot mom pussy.

Joshi: Right, and then you help me get my aunt.

Jason: You got it, dude.

That made Jason's audacious behavior that first night a little easier for Claire to understand. He had done exactly what Joshi had told him to do and she had been horny enough to let him get away with it. In fact, she'd been horny as hell since the second day at the beach. She had been walking around the house needing something, feeling empty. The next day, she had been swept away by Joshi's teasing with the stones and she'd actually let him fuck her in the ass, on the beach no less. This just wasn't her but it must be because she did it. Here she was in her forties and she was hornier, by far, than she'd ever been in her entire life. Even now, reading the messages between these manipulative little shits, she was dying to get fucked.

Claire moved on to the last exchange.

Joshi: Did it work?

Jason: Yeah. It was awesome. I did just what you said, except I stuck it in her mouth!

Joshi: No way.

Jason: Yeah, really. 

Joshi: What did she do?

Jason: She acted shocked for a few seconds but then she just sucked me off. After I came all over her, she got really mad and started hitting me.

Joshi: You're kidding? She enjoys your meat and then acts like she didn't. Women. You can't figure them out.

Jason: You're not kidding. She got right on top of me and kept slapping me but I got hard again and she just spread her legs and dropped right onto it.

Joshi: You mean, you fucked her? The first night?

Jason: More like she fucked me!

Joshi: Did she say anything after?

Jason: No. When she finished, she just walked out but the next morning she came back and fucked me again.

Joshi: That's amazing!

Jason: Too right. It has to be your stories. I want you to keep telling her stories about your aunt fucking her son.

Joshi: I don't know.

Jason: I do. You come over. I'll get Dad out of the house so you can be alone with her.

Joshi: That's ok for you, you're getting something, but I'm just getting really horny telling her these stories and I'm getting dick all.

Jason: Well, you can touch her ass then. A little.

Joshi: You'll let me touch her ass?

Jason: Yeah. Maybe she likes it. I don't want to change anything. Tell her the stories and touch her ass up a bit so she'll be really horny for me at night.

Joshi: Yeah, you get fucked and I get to play with her ass, a bit.

Jason: Ok, more than a bit then but just enough to get her horny for me. I'd do the same for you with your mom, dude.

Joshi: Alright. I'll play with her ass, but you owe me.

Claire couldn't believe it. Her son was encouraging his friend to play with her ass for his own benefit and even running his father around to keep him out of the way. On top of it all, he was gilding the lily by bragging that he had come all over her face. Well, Joshi certainly had touched her ass up a bit. She reached back to pat her butt. She was almost ready for some more.

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8.

Claire was lying flat on the floor with Joshi straddling her thighs, moving slowly back and forth, his cock pushing in and out of her ass while he used her hands, held back and up from the rug, to leverage himself to and fro.

"Oh god, Joshi, that's so good. It doen't even hurt anymore."

"It hurt before? You didn't act like it hurt. Why didn't you say something?"

"It only hurt a bit, at the beginning but it doesn't anymore. Ohhhhhh yeah, like that. Push it way in like that. Ohhh, yesss, jeez."

"Joshi?"

"Yeah," he grunted, starting to shuflle faster.

"Would you go on a trip with me?"

"A trip? Where?"

"To India. Don't worry about the cost. I'll cover it."

"Sure!" Feeling oral emphasis wasn't sufficient to demonstrate his enthusiasm, Joshi pulled on Claire's wrists to plug his cock into her butt with additional vigor.

"Ahhhhunnghhhh."

"Absolutely," Joshi added, treating Claire to several more grinding thrusts.

"Maybe we... could... visit... your aunt."

A trip to India, fucking Claire's ass everyday and maybe even getting into her pussy. And Nalini's too? Joshi imagined his aunt with her face between Claire's thighs while he took her from behind. Ah, my cock runneth over. His hips were churning now, reflecting the excitement that smashed together from two related sources: his mind and his cock. Claire's moaning didn't hurt any either. Within a minute, Joshi blew the slow, extended assfuck he had planned. Almost too late, he pulled out so he could watch his cock spurt his cream all over Claire's ass and up her naked back. He loved how this woman, this mother of his best friend, let him spurt his come all over her body. He knew he'd never find a better fuck than her but the thought of getting her and his aunt at the same time blew his mind. Joshi's hips were still moving, slowly pushing his cock back and forth through the groove of Claire's ass when the nature of the trip changed.

"Jason and I would be lost without your guidance."

Joshi's hips froze, stopping his cockhead mid-ass.

"Jason?"

"Yes," Claire confirmed, sucking in her breath. After exhaling, she said, "I'm going to ask him to take me tonight. Kind of a mom-son bonding thing. I know he'd love to have you along.

Joshi couldn't see the big smile that Claire hid by keeping her face pressed into the rug. His attention was turned inward, worried that Jason might somehow find out just how far he'd gone with his mom.

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"Honey?" Claire spoke to Jason as he was about to follow his father out of the kitchen.

"Yeah, Mom?" Jason responded, stopping in the doorway as his Dad sat down in his chair and picked up the remote.

Claire jerked her head to the left, her hands busy in the sink. "Come here. I want to ask you something."

Jason walked across the kitchen and stood behind his mother, slightly to the right.

"Yeah?"

Claire lowered her voice, "Closer."

Jason moved a half step toward her.

"Closer," Claire husked. "It's private."

Jason took another half step, his front brushing against his mother's right hip.

"Really close," Claire whispered. "I don't want your Dad to hear."

Jason couldn't get any closer; he was already touching her. He moved directly behind his mom and hung his head over her shoulder, aligning his ear next to her mouth. Claire pushed her behind back, pressing her ass onto his crotch.

"I want to talk to you about something tonight, so don't go to sleep." To emphasize the importance of her request, Claire pushed back a little harder and rubbed her ass in a small circle against her son's swelling cock.

"About what," Jason asked shoving in, as if trying to stop his mother's ass, something he didn't really want to do.

"Later," Claire huskily denied his curiosity, her ass abruptly changing from a circular to an up and down motion as it found her son's hardening staff.

Jason thrust into Claire's soft buttocks. Did she want it differently tonight? He was keen on what her body was suggesting, letting him take her from behind.

"Can we talk like this?" he asked, barely able to get the words out.

"Of course," Claire answered. "But not until tonight." She shoved her ass back violently, tossing her son back a full foot, and turned her head to smile sweetly, "See you tonight."

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The night dragged on forever. Jason could have bitten his father's head off when he decided to stay up past his usual bed time. His mother recognized his plight and tried to alleviate his tension through sympathetic expressions but then intensified his agony by crossing her legs and smoothing her skirt down her leg in an exaggerated, slow motion caress that started in her lap and ended just below her knee. By the time her hands had traveled the extent of her thigh, her expression had changed from shared compassion to a teasing smile. Jason could hardly wait to push that smile into his pillow and convert it into an ecstatic grimace. For fuck's sake, Dad. Go to bed!

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Jesus H. Christ! It's almost three.

Jason had been waiting, boner at the ready, for almost four hours, his ears straining to pick up the slightest sound. He was a wreck. Why wasn't she coming?

Twice, he'd crept stealthily down the hall to listen near his parents' partially open bedroom door, only to be punished with the sound of regular breathing, the steady sound of two people sleeping. Two people. She'd gone to sleep. Fucking hell!

A beep. A tiny one, like a watch alarm. Jason lifted his head, neck muscles strained to the breaking point. Nothing. Not a sound. He stared at his dark doorway. Nothing.

Wait! There. A ghostly figure in the door, moving closer. Was it real? A mishapen, tall, tentative, whitish blob with wispy arms falling along curvy sides. His mother was here, her knee pressing on the bed. She was crawling toward him, naked.

"Mom?"

"Have you missed me?" she whispered, laughing softly, maddeningly.

He didn't need to answer. Her hand found his stiff pole.

"Oh, I see. So much?" she tittered.

She kissed him, holding his cock, rubbing its tip in the soft hollow of flesh inside her hip and then across her belly. The kiss turned into a long one and she stroked him with her long, silky fingers, brushing her velvety soft palm down the underside of his entire length and onto his balls, squeezing gently, then harder.

"Before we do it," she husked, "I want you to say you'll come to India with me on a holiday."

"India?" Jason was taken aback. He knew his mom was fascinated with India but to actually go there, why?

"Yes, India. Do you think you'll be bored being alone with your mother for that long?" Claire slid her hand up Jason's cock and squeezed its head.

"No," Jason almost sobbed.

"Good. I thought you'd see it my way."

Claire released his cock and turned onto her tummy, pushing her bottom up and opening her legs. Jason quickly rolled over on top of her and lined his cock up between her legs, moving the tip up to nudge her moist pussy lips.

Claire turned her head onto its side on the pillow just as her son was entering her. "I've asked Joshi to join us... as a guide."

"What?"

"Joshi. I've asked him to show us around over there."

Jason slid inside her a couple of inches but though his cock sensed the glorious feel of her, his mind was unaware.

"Why?"

"Because we need a guide, silly."

Claire pushed her ass up, swallowing the rest of Jason's cock.

"Don't you want to come now?" she asked, laughing at her own humor as she pulled away, squeezing her pussy tight as she dragged it off his cock.

Jason groaned, "Yes, I want to come."

"Then get busy."

Claire turned her head into the pillow and laughed. She laughed harder as Jason began pummeling her ass which she arched up to meet every thrust, relishing the heavy smack of his balls against her inner thighs.

"Ohhhhh yeah," she moaned. "Shove it in, all the way to India."

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Claire smiled as she read the feverish exchange of messages between Joshi and Jason the next day.

Jason: Why didn't you tell me Mom asked you to come to India with us?

Joshi: I didn't have a chance.

Jason: Why did you say you'd come. I could have been alone with her.

Joshi: She offered to take me to visit my aunt. How could I say no after everything I told her?

Jason: I guess so. But you make sure you disappear. She isn't going to fuck me with you around.

Joshi: Fine. That's just fine. I'll disappear but I'm not the problem.

Jason: What do you mean?

Joshi: She didn't tell you?

Jason: Tell me what?

Joshi: She asked my mother to come too. She flipped out but she's going to come. She said the day she let me visit her sister by myself was the day hell froze over.

Jason: You're kidding?

Joshi: Nope. It's you and me and our mothers. One big happy family.

Jason: Fucking hell. My balls will be bursting by the time we get home.

Joshi: Maybe. Remember what you promised?

Jason: About your mom?

Joshi: Yeah, about my mom, and my aunt.

Jason: How am I going to do anything about that?

Joshi: Let them see you and your mom being close or something. It might give her ideas, being away from home and all.

Jason: I don't think my mom will go along with that.

Joshi: Hey, you owe me, asshole.

Jason: I said I'd help but not if it fucks things up for me.

Joshi: What if I tell your mom why I told her all that stuff about my cousin and my aunt?

Jason: You better not.

Claire laughed out loud. This was going to be one hell of a trip.








